Week 8
I thought doing the video news project was fun. A lot of work, but still fun, especially editing in iMovie. I like gathering information for a story. I always feel I can never have enough. Emily and I overheard a group saying they had three sources. We had 13. We interviewed eight students, two dining hall employees (one student and one full time cook) and the CDS marketing director, in addition to talking off-camera with someone from the Office of the Registrar and another Campus Dining Services rep to get statistics. I think with all this information, we were able to put together a strong story on something that could have been superficial: Dining halls are crowded, boo hoo, say students. I hope you agree.
With such a busy week of midterms and the video project, I haven't had the time to scour the news as usual. (I just sat down with Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday's NYT when I realized I had to write my blog.) So the best story I've read this week was actually one we were assigned for Cross Cultural. It's a Washington Post article from 2004 by Anne Hull, "In the Bible Belt, Acceptance Is Hard-Won." It's a strong immersion piece since the reporter spent hundreds of hours following around a gay 17-year-old in rural Oklahoma. It truly gives an inside look at what is like to be...well, a few things...a gay teen, a gay Christian, a gay Oklahoman. It showed several sides of the boy. He was certain he was different, though he wished he wasn't. He was working for acceptance of himself and from his mother, but he didn't want to flaunt his homosexuality. This complexity is something most reporters cannot always get. They strive for the human angle, but can't get it unless they dedicate the time and have the right state of mind to really understand someone's situation. Then it's a matter of relaying everything you learned and telling a good story:
"Michael Shackelford slides under his 1988 Chevy Cheyenne. Ratchet in hand, he peers into the truck's dark cavern, tapping his boot to Merle Haggard's 'Silver Wings' drifting from the garage.
Flat on his back, staring into the cylinders and bearings, Michael fixes his truck like he wishes he could fix himself.
'I wake up and I try so hard to look at a girl,' he says. 'I tell myself I'm gonna be different. It doesn't work.'
Michael is 17 and gay, though his mother still cries and asks, 'Are you sure?'"
