When I applied for the Diversity Journalism Workshop, I had a half idea of what to expect.
Arriving to Gila Hall, semi late, I eagerly wondered how this workshop experience would affect me. Making my way to my dorm, I was greeted with my roommate's and I names stuck onto our door. Sooner after, I realized that my roommate had already set up her side of the room and I quickly put my stuff away, so that I would be in time for orientation,
My parents and I made our way to the common room, to where other campers were waiting with there parents. Knowing that I was not going to be alone in this program, I saw Nadira come into the room five minutes later. I've known Nadira for about a year; we met as reporters at the Cactus Chronicle at our school.
The rest of the morning seemed to pas as a blurb. Our parents said their goodbyes and the workshop dove straight into working. Story pitches came first and I had no idea of what to pitch, so I ended up winging it. It was not my best strategy, but it worked for the moment. The impulsive action managed to give me time to research a better, interesting topic that grasped my attention.
Afterwards, we had a quick photo lesson with one of the mentors, Simon Garelick-Mettler, then soon after took off to downtown! Downtown is right across from my school and it was nothing new to me because I've seen it all. I was not particularly interested in snapping photos of 4th Avenue because of visiting numerous times, nothing caught my attention anymore. For the rest of the trip, we ventured around in the summer heat for, what it felt like, about 2 hours. At the time, I was not for it because of the scorching sun beaming down on my back felt like I was being cooked in an oven. Frankly, the idea of wanting to go back to my dorm to sleep was only on my mind, however, the week had just began. .
Arriving to Gila Hall, semi late, I eagerly wondered how this workshop experience would affect me. Making my way to my dorm, I was greeted with my roommate's and I names stuck onto our door. Sooner after, I realized that my roommate had already set up her side of the room and I quickly put my stuff away, so that I would be in time for orientation,
My parents and I made our way to the common room, to where other campers were waiting with there parents. Knowing that I was not going to be alone in this program, I saw Nadira come into the room five minutes later. I've known Nadira for about a year; we met as reporters at the Cactus Chronicle at our school.
The rest of the morning seemed to pas as a blurb. Our parents said their goodbyes and the workshop dove straight into working. Story pitches came first and I had no idea of what to pitch, so I ended up winging it. It was not my best strategy, but it worked for the moment. The impulsive action managed to give me time to research a better, interesting topic that grasped my attention.
Afterwards, we had a quick photo lesson with one of the mentors, Simon Garelick-Mettler, then soon after took off to downtown! Downtown is right across from my school and it was nothing new to me because I've seen it all. I was not particularly interested in snapping photos of 4th Avenue because of visiting numerous times, nothing caught my attention anymore. For the rest of the trip, we ventured around in the summer heat for, what it felt like, about 2 hours. At the time, I was not for it because of the scorching sun beaming down on my back felt like I was being cooked in an oven. Frankly, the idea of wanting to go back to my dorm to sleep was only on my mind, however, the week had just began. .