1:00 a.m. I’m still up, hunched over a piece of paper with a blue-and-orange booklet at my side. The paper is covered in random words and scratch-outs, and the writing on it changes abruptly from pencil to blue pen about halfway through. The scene would be familiar, almost exactly the same as every other night I’ve stayed up into the wee hours doing homework, except for a few small details.
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Jenna Geers
People watching is just the best. Especially when it’s more than 6,000 people brought together from so many different places, all for one purpose: journalism.
And let’s face it, journalists are the weirdos of the working world. All of their work must be at the same time unique, well-researched, and conforming to certain standards of that intimidating monster: Associated Press Style.
On Friday, we finally got to the whole point of the convention: the booths. Oh yeah, and we went to some sessions too.
Kidding.
Sessions are kind of halfway between a mini-college experience and low-stakes gambling. You never quite know what you’ll get when you walk in the door, no matter what the description in the JEA/NSPA booklet says.
Yearbook conventions are the best. (Well, if you want to get technical about it, it’s the Journalism Education Association’s high school journalism convention, but we all know what the best part of high school journalism is–yearbooks!)
Anyways. After waking up at 3:45 a.m. on Wednesday morning for our flight out at 6, I proceeded to have a deliciously relaxing day chatting with security guards as they oh-so-tactfully told me that the way I was proceeding through their security line was entirely unacceptable. (Apparently 5′ 10″ Dutch girls with red basketball backpacks look like horrifying terrorists.)
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