In 1994, I hadn’t even declared a major yet. After three years of high school journalism, I had taken a college-level journalism class and had some experience writing features for a local weekly. I accepted a job as a freelance “stringer” for the Newark Star-Ledger. I traveled across Warren County, New Jersey attending municipal and school board meetings. Then I called the editor on the desk and read him my notes.
This was before cell phones and filing by internet. (I’m a dinosaur!)
It was brutal. They always asked questions to which I never knew the answers. They paid well, but the editors often reduced me to tears. One nice editor offered me advice. Call before you leave the site. Make relationships with the people at the meeting and ask for a number where you can reach them. (I also was polite enough to ask how late could call.)
I hated it. I vowed I never wanted to be a journalist.
Funny, how life changes…
The article in the photograph is the result of my reporting. While it’s not an official byline, it’s my first appearance in a daily newspaper.