Kind of terrified.
But kind of not. Kind of excited too.
My editing tutor from last year recommended me for a volunteer job with a community service association, helping out with editing their newsletter. It's a good opportunity for hands-on experience, and has a good chance of leading to paid work in the same field later on.
Said association can get pretty political in nature and is sort of high-profile in the government 'cos they keep lobbying for things. Which means that a lot of important people read the newsletter. I thought it would just be an apprenticeship sort of thing, but as it turns out, they want me to take over it entirely. Which means I won't just be in charge of editing, but management--everything from content, chasing up on contacts, deciding on length, when it comes out ... I'll have to become a member of the association committee to take it over.
I'm scared because it's a lot more responsibility than I was prepared for, I'm not too good on organisation, I don't really keep up with the news and I've never done anything of this magnitude before. So it seems some changes in lifestyle are in order. Like having a diary to keep appointments in. And actually getting my full license so I don't depend on public transport as much, so I can go out at night and not worry about getting mugged. Actually reading the newspaper and/or watch the news and keeping on top of the issues involved. Getting used to using phones. Talking to people and staying in communication with them. Half those things are the part of editing which terrify me, because I'm not a people person and I'm not good at getting out there and doing things, and ultimately it's my work which will be out there for half the country to see and judge.
I'm excited because ... well, out of all the communications/journalist students she must know, my tutor recommended me. And even though I have low enough self-esteem to stress badly over my skills once they're confronted, obviously she sees someone competent and capable of the responsibility. And that's reassuring.
In other news, I've started my Honours degree this year. Part-time. No job. No government allowance. No income. Yet. Whoopee.
Also my brother is getting married on the 28th of this month. Also scary, but also about time. He and his fiancee have been going out since about tenth grade (down here, that's the third year in highschool), barring their final year in which they didn't date at all but which I keep forgetting about because as far as I'm concerned they've always dated. He's twenty-five this year. That's a long time for highschool sweethearts to stay together.
Heh, highschool sweethearts. Sounds like a romace novel.
My editing tutor from last year recommended me for a volunteer job with a community service association, helping out with editing their newsletter. It's a good opportunity for hands-on experience, and has a good chance of leading to paid work in the same field later on.
Said association can get pretty political in nature and is sort of high-profile in the government 'cos they keep lobbying for things. Which means that a lot of important people read the newsletter. I thought it would just be an apprenticeship sort of thing, but as it turns out, they want me to take over it entirely. Which means I won't just be in charge of editing, but management--everything from content, chasing up on contacts, deciding on length, when it comes out ... I'll have to become a member of the association committee to take it over.
I'm scared because it's a lot more responsibility than I was prepared for, I'm not too good on organisation, I don't really keep up with the news and I've never done anything of this magnitude before. So it seems some changes in lifestyle are in order. Like having a diary to keep appointments in. And actually getting my full license so I don't depend on public transport as much, so I can go out at night and not worry about getting mugged. Actually reading the newspaper and/or watch the news and keeping on top of the issues involved. Getting used to using phones. Talking to people and staying in communication with them. Half those things are the part of editing which terrify me, because I'm not a people person and I'm not good at getting out there and doing things, and ultimately it's my work which will be out there for half the country to see and judge.
I'm excited because ... well, out of all the communications/journalist students she must know, my tutor recommended me. And even though I have low enough self-esteem to stress badly over my skills once they're confronted, obviously she sees someone competent and capable of the responsibility. And that's reassuring.
In other news, I've started my Honours degree this year. Part-time. No job. No government allowance. No income. Yet. Whoopee.
Also my brother is getting married on the 28th of this month. Also scary, but also about time. He and his fiancee have been going out since about tenth grade (down here, that's the third year in highschool), barring their final year in which they didn't date at all but which I keep forgetting about because as far as I'm concerned they've always dated. He's twenty-five this year. That's a long time for highschool sweethearts to stay together.
Heh, highschool sweethearts. Sounds like a romace novel.