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A Concordia student’s wake up call

One student’s experience as a first-year journalism student and what he has learned

As due dates for finals rear their ugly heads in the nearing weeks, it’s a good time to reflect on my first year at Concordia. When I was accepted into the journalism program, I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t expect it to be hard, because I was in a journalism program in CEGEP. I had this stupid thought that journalism was simple and that I had basically learned all I needed to in CEGEP. Two weeks into my first semester, reality hit me like a freight train. This year, I’ve learned some valuable lessons that came from trial and a whole lot of error.

The first lesson I learned was when we were asked to interview people for a streeter article. I don’t have a problem talking to people one-on-one, but not when I have to engage the conversation, so it was already a rocky start.  When one of the first people I tried to talk to told me to “go away” using more colourful language, morale was pretty low. However, determined to do well on my very first serious assignment of the semester, I kept at it, and sure enough, some people were willing to talk to me. I learned that while not everyone will want to talk to me, people are generally nicer than I think they are, and it’s all about how you approach the conversation.

Another important lesson was to always have a contingency plan. No matter how bulletproof you think your plan A is for an assignment, you always have to be prepared for the worst-case scenario. I recently learned that the hard way, when a topic for a feature story I was going to write fell through just over a week before the due date. Being the ever-so-foolish optimist that I was, I never considered a plan B, because I never considered the possibility that my story might fall apart. I was anxious and stressed out, but my teacher and classmates helped me find a new topic for my article. Everything worked out in the end—but it was a real eye-opener.

The most important lesson wasn’t something I learned from the journalism program, but from applying to another program, creative writing, and failing twice. When I first failed to get into the program, I was shocked; I was sure my writing was good enough to get me admitted. I thought it was simply because I didn’t read the guidelines clearly (I didn’t) and that my rejection had nothing to do with the quality of my portfolio.

When I failed the second time, I reviewed the stories I submitted, and noticed all the amateur mistakes I had made; mistakes that I’d never made before. It was a real wake up call for me. I was so focused on shaping my story the way I wanted that I didn’t consider writing it properly. So confident that I was above making stupid grammatical mistakes, I never bothered to reread them before submitting. Those failures made me realize that no matter how good you think you are at something, that shouldn’t stop you from improving and working hard.

After only one year at Concordia, I have learned a lot about myself, especially what I need to improve. My time studying journalism has taught me to be more diligent, better prepared, but most of all, to never take the easy way out—to always work hard. I hope the following years spent studying here help mould me into a better student and a better person.

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Confessions of a journalism student

When will the looming doubts go away?

As an undergraduate student, I often find myself second-guessing the program I chose. Before starting university, a journalism degree seemed to be the route I was destined to take; I have always loved writing, photography and film—it seemed like the perfect fit.

I grew up in Grand Falls-Windsor, a small quaint town in Newfoundland. I was excited to move to the trendy city of Montreal and begin my studies. After the first week, I was immediately overcome with doubts about my decision to enter the program. I felt uneasy about my career as a journalist.

I thought I was overreacting, and I told myself I couldn’t judge the program based on one week. Nonetheless, I called my sisters in a panic, both of whom are in the last year of their arts and science degrees, and asked if they felt the same way when they started their programs. Both my sisters assured me that nobody loves every aspect of their program, and that it’s normal to have conflicting thoughts. Many students experience this.

As the semester progressed, my looming doubts didn’t go away. I feared I had made the wrong choice. I realized I couldn’t envision myself working as a reporter—I questioned what career I would pursue after my degree.

The program focuses on teaching traditional journalistic practices. I am confident I will have the practical skills necessary to work for a mainstream media outlet once I finish my degree. However, I did not expect and continue to be disappointed by the lack of emphasis on unconventional career paths in alternative media.

Over the past two semesters, I have considered switching programs many times. I never went through with this decision because I’m afraid I will immediately regret it. Realistically, I will have “problems” with whatever program I’m in—every university student does. As I am only in my first year, I still have a lot to learn and will ride the university wave in the journalism program until I eventually figure out what I’m doing.

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Confessions of a journalism student

The boredom of traditional news reporting

Whenever someone asks me why I chose journalism, my answer is comparable to those perfectly iced sugar cookies everyone picks up at the grocery store but puts back before the check-out line—sweet, yet very processed.

I say, “I’ve always loved writing stories, but could never come up with any of my own. With journalism I can still tell stories, they’re just not mine.” While this reasoning remains partly true, I have come to a few crucial realizations since I began studying journalism.

I do love telling stories, just not all of them. Quite frankly, politics and traditional news do not interest me. And if you know the journalism program, you know the first year focuses on establishing the fundamentals through traditional news reporting, which bores me to death. By the end of the first semester, my breathing had slowed significantly. I told my mother that if she chose a solid mahogany casket, I would rise from the dead to make the switch to solid bronze myself.

Also, there’s my gripe with multimedia classes and renting equipment from the depot. I’m technologically inept, so that’s the main struggle. There’s also the fact that I live about an hour away from the Loyola campus via public transit, and I travel all that way for the three minutes it takes to pick up my equipement. It’s a huge inconvenience. I live in Laval, so that’s equivalent to when Kim Kardashian flew to New Orleans for the evening for beignets. Except, I don’t leave with anything that delicious.

But to blame my struggles entirely on my program would be a lie. Truth be told, I’m an insecure writer, constantly invalidating and comparing my work to that of my peers. No matter how many times someone assures me I’m meant to be in journalism or that the talent I don’t think I have is real, I’m always doubtful.

I still love journalism and writing, but more so on my own terms. I’ll have to push through until that’s my reality and I can work on what interests me. Because, honestly, I don’t see myself doing anything else.

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Stop ranking jobs and life choices

“Here’s to the ones who dream, foolish as they may seem”

“What are you going to do with a degree in (insert name of arts/humanities program here)?”

I keep hearing this everywhere, and to an extent, I get it. In a myopic way of viewing things, it makes sense—getting into an engineering, finance or science program will lead to a more financially secure future. That said, since when did we hold the safer path in such high esteem? Why would you look down upon a person who chooses a path they’re passionate about?

I don’t understand it. I personally admire people who choose to study what interests them, not what will guarantee them a stable salary. People who are ready to take the risk. I admire the artists, the musicians, the writers, the painters, the dancers—our society would be nothing without them. Same goes for the sociologists, linguists and anthropologists who try to make sense of the messy world we live in.

Don’t get me wrong, I have just as much respect for doctors and engineers. But I believe they get enough recognition. I believe everyone should pursue what they’re good at—or at least try to do what they do best. We need to stop looking down on people who choose paths that don’t fit our lifestyle standards. We need to stop ranking career and life choices.

In my opinion, employability shouldn’t be the sole consideration when choosing a university program. University should be about more than getting a piece of paper that will allow you to work. You may say I’m biased and anti-sciences, and you’d probably be right to a certain extent. I used to be in a science program. I went into health science in CEGEP just because I could. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t hate it. It was an interesting experience. But by the end of it, I knew it really wasn’t what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Like the first Matrix movie, my science curriculum did not need a sequel.

I vividly remember when I started telling people I did not want to continue in the sciences, even though my grades were good enough for university programs. They really thought I was making a grave mistake. I’m not talking about my parents, as they actually didn’t really care whether I changed my major. It was my friends, most of whom were in the same program. To them, it was unfathomable that someone would choose an arts or humanities degree over a science one.

Unfortunately, I’ve heard the comment that no one really “chooses” an arts or humanities program—they only get in because they can’t survive the science path. Luckily, I didn’t really care about their opinion. I chose to go into psychology for a year at UdeM (yes, I’m a double agent). I didn’t like it, so I left. Then I chose to apply to the journalism program here at Concordia. Yes, I chose to enter a dying—or changing, depending on who you ask—industry over JMSB. I have never been happier going to school, and I have never looked back on my hypothetical scientific career.

Of course, not everyone in sciences has this disdain for humanities programs. I really don’t want to generalize this belief in any way. However, I keep reading and hearing these kinds of divisive comments, and it’s just sad. I know some people just joke around about those who pursue more creative paths in order to “trigger” them, but I do think these jokes stem from an obnoxious belief that is much too widespread.

I don’t like the efficiency-centric mindset we see so often in universities. I feel as though the humanities and arts are decaying because too many students choose to pursue corporate career programs in university. I am not convinced we’re headed in the right direction. Don’t let negative comments discourage you. We need people everywhere: in medicine, engineering and economics, but also in humanities and arts. I strongly believe that whatever you want to do, give it a try—you’ll never know if it’s the right path for you otherwise.

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