Journalists Get Their Own Holiday!!

So, it turns out that in Chile, journalists are nationally recognized for a day. And no, it’s not just some random holiday like National Donut Day or something like that.  It’s actually recognized.  For example, on Thursday of this past week, the mayor told the journalists before he even started the press conference congratulations on our day and that we have a great one.  The reason for this celebration is the opening of the School of Journalism in Chile, and Thursday just happened to be the anniversary of that.  So, for us lucky journalists, that means we get a bunch of sweet candy and cupcakes, and a huge party at a local club which was Friday night (or as the locals call it, a discoteqa- yes, that would be the origin of the word “disco”).  Lucky for me, I was able to go. Only 2 other coworkers were at the party, but it was fun.  My host mom used to be a journalist, so she was there with me as well.  Due to when my birthday is and the time that school was out and when the trip started, I didn’t have the opportunity to go to a club in the U.S. before this, so I’m not sure how they differ, but I can guess that they’re pretty much all the same.  Laser lights, fog machines, loud music that makes your ears pound when you leave… Dancing was a lot of fun!  I’ve always liked to dance, and the Latin music made it so much better.  There was also some American pop music as well, and earlier in the night the d.j’s were playing music out of the 80’s as well, since there were some people there that were from the previous generation.  As the night went on, the music changed to more present day songs.  I was glad that some American music was played, that way I was able to recognize songs here and there.  There was a group of us dancing together throughout the night, but eventually I was the last one there with my “mom”, so we left at about 3 a.m.  I know back home bars close at 2, but here everything is open until about 4.  My knees hurt from dancing so much, and I was super thirsty, so we left before it closed. 

On a more serious note, I got my first story (nota in Spanish) done this week.  I pulled a 13 hour day in order to get everything edited on Wednesday, and today the guy that puts the extra video in over the voiceover segments was going to finish that part, since he had more time today than he does during the week.  It probably won’t air since I’m just the intern and my reading skills are more elementary aged than professional in the Spanish speaking words, but if it does I’ll be extremely proud. 

I was sick on Monday, but Tuesday I was back in Tome for more protests.  Wednesday I worked only on my story, and Thursday and Friday I continued shadowing.  I’m not sure what next week will bring- I’m supposed to do a month of production after a month of journalism, so there could be a switchover in the middle of the week.  I’ll make sure to keep everyone informed. Sorry there weren’t a whole lot of posts this week.  I’ll be home in less than a month, and back in St. Cloud in just a matter of weeks.  I feel like there’s still so much to learn, but yet so little time to learn it all.  I know that sometimes it just isn’t possible to learn everything you want to, but I almost feel like that I have learned double what other journalism students have, because I have learned from professionals in an environment outside of the United States.  The style is different than from what we learn, and the newscasts are set up differently as well.  It’s nice to get an outsider’s look once in awhile, and I hope that this perspective will help me in my future as a journalist.       


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A story teller that wants to voice concerns of those that speak English and Spanish. The world is an open book, and I want to explore it one page at a time!

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