During my most recent flight, I converted my fear of flying into art. Oh and the song choice: I do it for the pun.
xCarla
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Hi,
I am currently drinking wine, watching How I Met Your Mother and working on my piece for USA TODAY College due tomorrow at 8 a.m. Quite the multitasker I am!
But as of right now I am procrastinating all of the above and writing a quick post about my upcoming travel schedule.
I will be flying to SF on July 30th, and returning to Gainesville on August 17th. Natalie and Jenny, two of my best friends from high school, will be there during this time so it’ll basically be the most perfect, picturesque reunion EVER. But really, there are some promising posts to come!
Stay tuned ~
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Today my two friends and I ventured out to High Springs, a quaint town just north of Gainesville, for a dip in the crystal clear waters of Ginnie Springs. The water was cool but comfortable, a stark contrast to the enduring Florida heat. Two hours floating down a river does wonders to my levels of relaxation. It’s almost like a less expensive form of therapy. It was a beautiful day.
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It’s upsetting that it takes both my mother and father to bring up my lack of promptness and overall neglect toward this beautiful blog to get me back on it.
In my defense, I’m used to working on deadline. Working under pressure is my thing. A loose schedule? Not so much.
That being said, we have some catching up to do.
I spent about six weeks in Northern California following the end of the school semester in May. Derek spent three of those weeks with me. After being apart for a semester (in the college-lifetime-perspective, that’s a significant amount of time), it was a sigh of relief to spend a weekend with him without worrying about how quickly Saturday would turn to Sunday — or the day that was stained with goodbye every two weeks or so.
The trip started out interestingly enough: We were flying from Tampa, Fla. to Houston, Texas, but the weather was not in our favor. Our 6 p.m. flight was delayed, then canceled. We were then sent off to the Marriott within the airport for the night. We caught a new flight at 6 a.m. the next morning and one stopover later, we arrived in San Francisco.
This time around we decided to visit one of California’s inescapably elegant yet scandalously sleazy neighbor: Vegas. But that trip deserves a post of its own.
Derek and I spent days wandering the city by car and by foot. Like any other city, the spontaneous finds during a stroll through San Francisco do not disappoint — walk in any direction and you’ll stumble upon a strange bar, in this case, one combining Mexican beer with a live Bluegrass band…
El Rio
Or a grassy hill taken over by PBR-drinking teens and 20-somethings, overlooking San Francisco’s downtown skyline
Dolores Park
Or THIS view
Twin Peaks
At one point, we took our aimless walking to a less urban setting: Muir Woods. Trading in skyscrapers for 100-foot tall redwoods, Derek and I hiked the Ocean View Trail through Muir Woods National Monument, a redwood forest. Hiking is one of my favorite hobbies, especially when doing a new trail within a new setting. The weather was so pleasant and the air so clean, life really just seemed to pause for a moment — a relaxing escape from reality across the bridge.
It’s 1:37 a.m. I’ll save the rest for a future post. (Coming soon this week — promise!)
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With four days left in the semester, there is one thing on everyone’s mind: summer.
But for that segment of the student population that call themselves journalism majors, something else gets in the way of summer-time thoughts: internships.
As a journalism student, the biggest asset to a resume, besides a degree, is internship experience. For those that aren’t aware, the internship battle field — and yes, I call it a battle field — is highly competitive. By competitive I mean thousands of journalism students with more than enough clips, reputable internships, stellar GPAs and a list of extracurricular activities are applying for the same two positions within the same one organization. This happens over and over and over again, until all the spots are filled.
In total, I’ve applied for 22 internships across the country. I started applying in December, which is surprisingly later than most deadlines (the deadline for a summer internship with the New York Times is Oct. 31). Here’s a partial list of what the organizations I applied to:
Trust me, the list goes on. After realizing that my chances of getting a paid internship were slim to none, I started applying for unpaid positions. These, however, are limited to where I already live. Without a paycheck, I can’t afford to pay rent in a city like New York. Fortunately for me, my home is now in San Francisco, so that’s not an awful Plan B.
I’ve applied to six internships in SF ranging from social media to editorial positions. I began following up on my applications this week (something we all should do more often), and I was simply told to wait.
That’s what it’s been like: a waiting game. I check my email about three times every ten minutes. My most recent searches involve the word “internship” in some way or another.
I’m a firm believer that if you try hard enough, you’ll achieve your dreams. Yes — It’s sappy, corny and cliché, but it keeps me going. I decided to change my major to journalism four semesters ago. Since then, I’ve secured three internships. I wasn’t chosen for those positions by chance. I’ve been putting my heart and soul (excuse the sappy clichés again, sorry) into this major since I chose it.
“Keep trying. Keep at it. Don’t give up.”
That’s the general consensus between editors and professors alike. So, to other student journalists that share this boat with me, I leave you with one piece of advice:
Let’s listen to them.
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