#ilpc

Just redownloaded the app and now i gotta go back to step 1

ready to learn some new things at #ILPC #Journalism Summer Conference (at The University of Texas at Austin)

The next day, my professor pulled me outside and told me that I had a huge amount of courage and fearlessness to push class aside for history in the making. And he told me out of the whole editor training group, I was the most likely to succeed--because fearlessness is what makes a journalist. xx

If only someone would understand WHAT THIS MEANS.

So, workshop. Can I just say that this was the longest four days and three nights I have ever experienced. It literally felt like I was in Jester for a whole month. Anyways I enjoyed myself greatly. We stayed at UT which is the college that I wish to go to. We stayed at the Jester dorms which I just recently discovered was the Athletic hall which explains so much now. As we arrived in the dorm, I felt really indepedent and like a college student. I was assigned my own key, lunch card and had a roomate. When I opened the door to my room a smell of P.E socks and old people filled the air. I took a look around and saw that the dorm wasn't really what I was expecting. Sure in college the rooms are suppose to be a little off, but this one just shocked me. The room was a tad bigger than my own, with two beds that could pass for couches. There was a microwave and a small fridge, but both failed to work. In the corner was a very skinny metal door. I assumed it was a closet, but when my fellow yearbook friends came out the door I knew it was a jack and jill bathroom. The bathroom had stained tile and chipped paint. Also, you could hear EVERY single time someone went to the bathroom. As the unpacking and getting used to contiuned I began to notice that the walls were paper thin. You could make out a persons conversation from the room across from you. The door slams and you aren't able to escape the ringing noise it leaves behind. The food at Jester was reasonable. We were given meal time cards so that we could recieve unlimited and free meals. Each day, they would have different type of food that would be appropriate for that time of day.Like I said before the food was pretty good for what it was, but you can only eat cafeteria food for so long. Lastly, my class. The Section Editors class was one I will always remember. The teacher was a yearbook goddess in the yearbook world. Her name was Margerat Sorrows, and her yearbook at Bryant High was probably one of the most greatest yearbooks I'd ever seen. I couldn't help but get a little envious when I saw it. The spreads were brilliant and the breakers were something I wished my yearbook had. But when I came to their photography, I wanted to cry. It was beautiful and crisp. It looked like ESPN had taken their sports shots and professionals had taken their Student life shots. I can only hope that we try and live up to their yearbook next year. Ms.Sorrows is just an all around awesome yearbook teacher. She is strict when it comes to her book, but fun and loose when it comes to her staff. She said they have weekly Sonic runs and loves to just have chill times with them. This matched perfectly with her personality. Andrea and I would love to join her staff if we could! But we love Ms.Ray of course. As far as my classmates, let's jsut say it felt as if we were a real staff. About seventeen people were in the class, but we each had out own personalities. I got to know a girl named Kelby and a boy named Omar in our interview excerise. I learned that even though we were all from Texas we were still different. Omar was from Denton which is in the Dallas region. At Denton High, apperently you can do anything. He told me the faculty was very unathorizing and had zero control over the student body. He also shared some pretty explicit stories. Kelby however, was the opposite. She came from smalltown Synder which was, "Right in between Abliene and Lubbock." Her dad was one of the sheriffs of the town and explained how it was very small and conservative. She also had the cutest accent that you couldn't help but smile at. Then comes Patrick..Gosh, what can I say about Patrick? Well let's just say he doesn't know how to work anything on the computer. Well, InDesign for that matter. It felt as if every two minutes he had a question about the program. As much as he was asking, he was determained to get the right design. Patrick told me that his adviser is really degrading when it comes to his deisgns. Patrick said he would love to show him the design he was working on, but he felt that his adviser would hate it. I felt so bad for Patrick, but I admired how determained he was. As far as my staff, we got a little bit closer. From playing Stinky Pinky, to making jokes about Ms.Ray. To kinda put the rest of the weekend in a nutshell, I stayed with Andrea most of the time. I also met Callie. We met through Tumblr and found out we were at the smae workshop. We wanted to meet up really bad, but it just didn't pull through. So now we text sometimes. She left her camera at the campus, and she lives seven hours away! I hope she recieves it soon.. Our staff won three awards. Two for best theme concept and one for best copy. Patrick also won best deisgn for our class. I was so proud of him, and I hope his teacher sees his full potential. After awards, our staff went to the Drag and hung out a little bit. We stop by Urban Outfitters and realized none of us could afford anything. We ate at the Mellow Marshmellow and played Uno. Then we headed home. It was a wonderful experience and really opened my eyes to the real yearbook world. Oh! Also, our book got alot of compliments. A really big Yearbook Adviser wanted a copy and said it looked great. I really hope we get some awards and hopefully go to New York this spring break! That would..hmm..I can't even..