Fellow writers: Remember when you were a naive Intro to Journalism student who thought the rest of your career would be as easy as covering that one student government event? And then remember how you felt after your semester at the Washington Journalism Center? Well, I’m somewhere in the middle of that, locked in Apartment 3 reading “All the President’s Men” and wondering if someone is watching me do it.
Before I came to WJC, I felt pretty good about my knowledge of the government, the news, and the relationship between the two. I mean, being a registered voter among the under 25 crowd outside of Washington these days is about as rare as being an 80-year-old lady claiming to be part of the Taylor Gang. You feel like you know things. But then, the hypothetical grandma hangs out for a few hours at the local high school and realizes she had no idea what she was saying when she wrote “Taylor Gang or die” on her grandson’s Facebook wall.