Ok, I admit that the title is corny, but that’s how I feel about having to write for the school newspaper. That’s a bit harsh, I don’t find it corny. I have more a mixed feeling about it. As a journalism student I am required to be a ‘reporter’ for the school’s newspaper for three semesters, earning a whopping one credit per semester. So far I’ve been working on my first article that’s due on Tuesday, Feb 15. I managed to get a couple of interviews, one of which actually recorded on my phone that’s starting to show its age. That is neither here nor there.
My article is about this restaurant that my boyfriend and I have recently fallen in love with. It’s an Irish gastropub, near my school and his house so it was pretty convenient to write about. The food is actually what inspired the menu from my previous post, the salmon covered in a saffron cream sauce with shrimp, potatoes and chorizo, also the side salad [but I didn't bother to take a picture of the salad, seen one seen them all, right?] I personally think that I managed to replicate the dinner successfully, as did my boyfriend.
After writing all of this, I realize that it barely makes any sense and I’m basically rambling. I suppose it doesn’t really matter anyway since no one reads my blog. ha. oh well. I’ll continue onward.
I’m nervous about meeting my deadline. I’m nervous that my single intro to journalism class won’t be enough to make me good enough to publish in the paper. I’m nervous that I’m going to sound like a pretentious foodie who in actuality doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I’m nervous that when I send my finished article to the restaurant, they’ll hate it and accuse me of misquoting them and then I’ll never be allowed back in. I think I’m most nervous that I won’t be cut out for any of it, and as of right now, I don’t have a back up plan for my life.
