May 13, 2008

Job Hunting in Hawaii

Now that I'm back in Hawaii and free of the drudgery that is paying rent and wearing pants around the house, I can instead focus on preparing myself for a journalism career by reading a lot, writing a lot, and (failing at) job hunting a lot.

I nabbed my New York job and apartment through Craigslist, but so far locating a decent paying job that's tangentially related to writing has been more painful than that time in elementary school when some guy parked his 20 lbs. backpack atop my gonads. At least I've unearthed a few chuckles from the steamy crapshoot of Craigslist job listings.

Here are some of my favorites:
  • Get in Now or Slap Yourself Later! $1000 Daily - As far as I know, slapping myself shouldn't cost me a thousand bucks.

  • Don't not try this unless you need money! - I need money... so I shouldn't try this?

  • My 8 year old daughter makes more money than you! - The sad thing about this ad is that it's probably true.

  • Lazy guy makes $1500 a day. He'll show you how - I found this listing tempting, but I couldn't muster the energy to investigate further. I'm holding out for $2000 daily.

  • It's literally raining money at my house! Want some? - This actually sounds legitimate. Literally.
So which listing do you think I should look into?

May 8, 2008

Things I Learned in New York

I lived in New York for nearly seven months. Here are a few things I learned during that time.
  • New Yorkers follow the Yankees and Knicks no matter their respective levels of douchebaggery

  • People dress much better on the East Coast than the West Coast

  • I still can't dance

  • Alcohol does not make me a better dancer
  • Plenty of jobs exist in NY if you're not afraid to be creative and/or freaky

  • Finding a good apartment and reasonable roommates is a lifetime goal

  • Subways are awesome

  • Always have a plan for yourself. Don't just live for the weekends

  • Nobody can support you like family

Good lessons all.

May 1, 2008

The Journey Continues

In the last two weeks, I've mailed my $500 check to Medill to reserve my enrollment, turned down the other programs I was considering, and, oh yeah, quit my job and moved back to Hawaii.

It's been a busy two weeks.

I debated for a long, long time between staying in New York and studying at CUNY versus moving to Chicago and attending Medill at Northwestern. I've seen CUNY up close and their program would have given me the training, connections, and support to get into a journalism career but, despite not having visited Medill, my research convinced me their program would give me a better edge in the long run thanks to their established network and first-rate faculty.

Both programs offered me full tuition scholarships, so even though I didn't have to weigh costs when comparing the programs, financial considerations still played a major role in my return to Hawaii.

Staying in New York was a no-brainer if I planned to attend CUNY, but when I decided to attend Medill I realized I had a new option. When I first moved out to New York I purchased a round trip ticket that included an April 29th return flight that made me look damn near prescient.

I don't recommend quitting your job and moving across the country in less than two weeks but I'm living proof that it's possible.

I gave my bosses a five-day notice and spent my last week in NY packing and giving away my belongings. Fortunately, my brother, my landlord, and a very generous friend in Chicago were on-board with my efforts and played huge roles in my not breaking down into a whimpering ball of tears.

Yesterday I went to the beach and found myself more than little surprised at my sudden change in surroundings. I'm here in Hawaii to save money and half of that plan is getting rent-free accommodations from my folks and the other half involves actually making more money. I haven't quite figured out how to do that yet.

However, I will be writing and updating this site more frequently, which is ironic since the next few months will most likely be less interesting than the previous seven. Classes don't start until the end of September but I'm planning to use the intervening months to hone my writing and practice this thing called "reporting."

I think this summer will be fun and busy. Just not as busy as the last two weeks.

April 21, 2008

My Trip to USC: Part Deux

Recently I wrote flippantly about my trip to USC. In many ways (the missed flights, complete lack of sleep, etc.) I was amused by my excursion to the west coast but I also gained invaluable insight into how I chose the journalism program I will ultimately attend (which isn't USC, as I'll explain why).

Among the program's major selling points was the faculty and their demonstrated commitment to use force if necessary in beating writing fundamentals into students. I admit that I write by ear -- grammar and syntax be damned -- so having logical rules and structure to prop up my pieces would be eminently desirable. Even my roommate, a USC undergrad in the same department, spoke highly (if with a margin of frustration) about the program's emphasis on writing fundamentals.

The classes I attended also proved the instructors' credentials. One instructor explained an editorial decision he made that directly led to the current brouhaha about a presidential candidate's "bitter" comments. You may have heard of this controversy. That instructor's class centered entirely around the ethical and managerial decisions borne out of this real-life example.

Current students spoke often of the plum interning jobs available through USC's journalism department and their foreign country intern program also intrigued me despite it's unpaid status. You can't argue that USC has impressive connections in the industry and one student told me she suppressed her Bruin loyalties to join the department for exactly that reason.

I know very little about cameras, microphones, and other tools of the journalism trade but U of Southern California's technological offerings nonetheless impressed me. Every student gets their own mic and camera pack at the beginning of the year to use or abuse as they see fit. I don't think any other program gives out equipment that freely.

Sounds great right? USC stresses strong writing, detailed reporting, and offers the technology and connections to make a near-seamless transition into the journalism racket.

However, two major considerations convinced me to choose a different program.

The lesser of the two considerations was L.A itself. As much as my roots are in the west coast, Los Angeles does not appeal to me in the same way as New York City or Chicago. L.A. sprawls like a husky woman relaxing at the beach while NYC and Chicago swirl in compact eddies of activity.

I really dislike driving and NYC's subway system is hands down my favorite mode of transportation. Chicago's transit system might not be as extensive nor reliable as NY's but it still offers the convenience to traverse, study, and learn the city better than I could ever hope to do with L.A.

But even greater than my dislike of driving is my dislike for being in debt and attending USC's Journalism department would send me heavily into debt.

I don't care about being rich. I'll be attending journalism grad school so that may go without saying, but I can't justify taking on greater financial burdens in the midst of uncertain financial times. Hypothetically, I could land a lucrative job in the near future and afford to summit a mountain of debt, but I don't want to bet the house on it.

Ergo, therefore, in sum total, I won't be attending USC. They impressed me and they wowed me but the entire package wasn't exactly what I was looking for.

April 20, 2008

USC = Uggh, Soy Consado

I'm getting closer and closer towards choosing which journalism school to attend but before I reveal my choice I'll first recap my entire trip to USC.

Monday:

3am - Stagger home from another night of intensive television watching and internet surfing.

4am - 6am - Calculate how much sleep I'll get before having to wake up and prepare for flight.

6:30am-9am - Sleep. Frequently scratch myself.

9:15am-10:30am - Shower and undergo beauty routine consisting mostly of vigorous toweling and generous deodorizing.

10:45am-10:47am - Pack.

10:47am-12:45pm - Run errands and stuff face with food.

12:46pm-4:10pm - Step on wrong subway train and promptly fall asleep. Wake up in time to realize that I'm screwed.

4:15pm - Get rejected from flight. Pay $75 for a later flight and scramble to change all appointments. Nap

9:15pm - midnight (local time) - Think about how much I hate flying. Do it anyway.

Tuesday:

8:00am-6:30pm - Meet faculty and see department. Become simultaneously impressed with program and convinced I shouldn't go there.

7pm-11pm - Try to reroute flight to stop by Northwestern's campus. Fail then nap.

11pm-3:30am - Eat huge Carl's Jr. burger and not sleep because my stomach is tired of my abuse.

4:30am-7am - Wait at airport. Eat more fast food and silently add contribution to green house effect.

7am-4pm (local time) - Realize that I still hate flying. Do it anyway, again.

5pm-midnight - Sleep and completely screw up anything resembling a normal circadian rhythm.

Analysis of trip to come.

April 14, 2008

Whirlwind Romance

I'm typing this literally with one buttock on the chair as I prepare for my hot date with USC. The admissions staff arranged for all my transportation and accomodations so all I have to do is show up to their Journalism Department preview and not say anything incredibly stupid.

Enjoy your week in the meantime!

April 6, 2008

I Got In - Now What?

My head was initially filled with warm fuzzies after I was accepted into nearly every journalism program I applied to (Columbia apparently wanted to buck the trend), but that early elation has slowly ebbed away over the last few days to be replaced by an almost physical need to really think about my choices.

My physical needs have been further exacerbated due to some important missing information -- namely financial aid offers -- from several programs. I finished my taxes in record time to speed up the process but another couple of weeks may pass before I have a clearer idea of where I can realistically expect to attend.

However, I do know that CUNY has awarded me a scholarship for full tuition. This means that I would still have to pay for my own books and living expenses but I wouldn't have to spend a penny for any class. This will be key because it's unlikely I'll be able to handle my course load and a job on the side.

I may have a similar arrangement at Northwestern if I'm fortunate enough to win a scholarship for which I've been nominated. The scholarship is based on potential leadership ability so I'm not getting my hopes up. It's nice to think about a potential free ride at Northwestern but the accompanying uncertainty over my chances drives home exactly how precarious my financial situation is.

In the meantime, I'm left to consider all the other ways I can parse my options.

In no particular order, I have the University of Southern California (USC), the City University of New York (CUNY), Medill at Northwestern, and New York University (NYU) to consider as possible destinations.

Based on reputation alone, Northwestern and NYU would probably top the list followed by USC and then CUNY. Judging a program by its reputation may seem shallow but journalism programs are supposed to act as a direct pipeline towards a staff position on a newspaper or magazine and a department's reputation is largely based on its ability to do just that.

Breaking the programs down by curriculum has proved to be more complicated. I applied to schools with a demonstrated emphasis on training professional newsroom skills; attending each program should not only prepare me for a journalism career but each department also offers programs in multimedia and feature-length article writing that would help me find a place within the converging worlds of (multi)media.

Like in other fields, the key to finding a full-time gig after graduating will probably run through an internship. Each department offers assistance in finding internships but only CUNY requires its students to complete one. CUNY has made an internship a required component of its summer session but also guarantees a stipend if the internship doesn't already provide one. The other departments highly recommend internship experience but none offer anything matching CUNY's level of support.

If it sounds like I'm favoring CUNY then we're probably on the same page since I have by far the most experience with the program. I've already sat down on one of their classes and not only felt comfortable doing so but I already feel a strong rapport with some of the teachers. Their program is very new (I would be joining its third class, I think) but it's well-funded, features state of the art equipment, has experienced professionals on staff with strong connections to the rest of the industry, and their department is brimming with the energy and enthusiasm of an entity that is still new and young enough to operate without the burden of excessive bureaucracy.

CUNY stands out in all the important areas but one: reputation. They're still so new that a degree from CUNY won't carry nearly the prestige (or potential hiring strength, which is by far more important) as a degree from another, more established program.

Which takes me back to Medill at Northwestern. Medill is recognized as either the top or number two program in journalism and its facilities are without a doubt comparable to CUNY's. Its staff is probably amongst the most respected in the field, but there is more of an academic bent to the program that isn't as in line with my own interests. I wouldn't be going wrong by receiving my graduate education at Northwestern and they're the only department I'm considering that offers opportunities to travel and work abroad -- something I'm definitely interested in.

On the negative side, I'd have to pick up and relocate to Chicago to attend Medill. I did enjoy the week I spent in the Windy City a few years back and I even have an old friend in the neighborhood, but it's been incredibly helpful living a stone throw away from my dear little brother.

Rounding out my choices are NYU and USC. NYU offers similar advantages to CUNY with unparalleled access to top-flight magazines and newspapers here in New York. Its reputation is greater than CUNY's. Unfortunately, NYU uses the most difficult system for offering financial aid by matching outside offers. I'm not terribly excited about looking for more funding, but I may have to no matter which institution I end up attending.

I probably haven't given USC enough of my attention yet. It ended up on my list because my roommate recommended its program based on its strong connection to LA papers (apparently the LA Times is next door), his sister's referral for the graduate journalism department, and his attendance as an undergrad. I can also add that USC's emphasis on multimedia reporting is among the most innovative in the country and their staff is also well respected. I know I didn't receive any department scholarships but it's also possible that their financial aid offer could be very supportive. I've also been contacted by one of their professors who shares an alma mater with me.

Sometimes -- like right now -- thinking really hard can also be really tiring.

But at least one benefit from all this pondering is the crystallizing sense of what lies before me.

I expect I'll be working my butt off to master those writing techniques I've spent the last several years learning by trial and error. I'll almost certainly have to confront a number of apprehensions about sticking my nose in places it isn't wanted and then voicing questions I'll be terrified to speak.

Without a doubt I will spend at least one night (possibly more like fifty) fretting over an assignment that's due the next day. I know I'll fall in love with a piece I'll be working on only to have it ripped to shreds by an editor with nothing but good intentions. I somehow imagine that I'll finally find a nice pair of shoes I'll enjoy wearing that aren't sneakers.

I also fully expect the journey to be worth every minute and every penny, even if I can't really afford it.