Work experience: The Derby Telegraph

Before I begin, I would like to apologise for two things. One, for not getting round to doing this post right after said work experience took place – Freshers Week, as it happened. I have been slowly getting to grips with living independently, having coursework once again and the fact that our washing machine probably hates me. Two, for the huge spider picture which might, assuming the internet will co-operate, be the first thing any readers of this post will see…

What have spiders got to do with work experience? Don’t forget this is Journalism work experience we’re talking about here. I had been advised by my tutor to read the newspaper before working for it – if you haven’t done your research before hand, you might as well pack your bags. So I did my research, and one of the stories I found was about how spiders are soon to be invading our homes while increasing in size and number. I had also been told that if you arrive with a story idea on your first day, you could impress your employers no end. In desperation, I racked my brains for an article idea, and eventually settled for a follow up on the spider article: How to keep spiders out of your home. http://www.derbytelegraph.co.uk/Scared-spiders-s-house/story-22962222-detail/story.html 10687038_844698658883010_3441144676856458668_n

Now I’d like to say that I had complete confidence in my new and radical idea for an article and that it wasn’t just a desperate last resort to do something vaguely clever. Being (I like to think) a very truthful person, I probably won’t. On the contrary, however, the article not only impressed the people I was working with, it dramatically increased the Derby Telegraph’s online readership. Get in!

I did learn the hard way though, that as a writer not everyone will be impressed by your work, or even remotely respectful. I couldn’t help but be offended by some stupid comment saying, among other things, that I need to “get some help for that phobia” – I was only doing my job, I don’t even kill spiders myself! Luckily, I live with a housemate who thinks that responding to rude comments online is pointless and who reminded me that I normally think the same.

The main difference between working with the Derby Telegraph and the Nottingham Post is that in Derby, they set me easier tasks, and were then way more easily impressed whenever I got to the end of yet another article. I had thought that they would be stricter, what with the firm work experience guidelines they emailed me previously. I didn’t once have to go and badger any hapless passers-by in some remote corner of the county, however. I simply wrote about whatever they wanted and was thoroughly praised for completing each task. Before I knew it, not only did I have five more articles published – four of which went on the website – I was also asked to come back, so agreed that I would every Wednesday.

Whilst I don’t think this post is quite as entertaining as certain previous posts, it does allow me to give a shoutout to the Derby Telegraph for publishing my writing – I’ve been told that there may be more of my work to come in the paper, maybe even including one with my photo in it! Meanwhile if you’re looking for a more intellectual read, have a browse through these following articles of mine. Want to know what a cross between a dachshund and a Chihuahua is? Ever seen a poodle cat? Know the secrets of Iphone headphones? Hoping to take your family on as many Halloween themed half term activities as possible? Read on… http://www.derbytelegraph.co.uk/Healthy-hybrids-designer-dogs-know-dalmadoodle/story-22966750-detail/story.html
http://www.derbytelegraph.co.uk/Fashionable-felines-man-moggies-heard-cat-breeds/story-22980925-detail/story.html
http://www.derbytelegraph.co.uk/iPhone-headphone-secrets-95-owners-v-know/story-23005058-detail/story.html#0RphhqQsyvEHGgov.01
http://www.derbytelegraph.co.uk/October-half-term-holiday-Derbyshire-things/story-23033828-detail/story.html#HBHGOxD19xmoumx3.01

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Work experience: The Nottingham Post

My first ever day of work experience ended with my employer telling my parents I’d passed away. I was 15 and school had made it compulsory for all Year Tens to have a week of work experience; in my case, at Charnwood Forest Veterinary Surgery. After 30 minutes of standing in a stuffy, chemical-smelling consulting room, I was suddenly overwhelmed by that dizzy feeling usually associated with standing up too fast. Next thing I knew, I was thinking: why am I on the floor? Not only had I fainted, but on my way down I pulled a nearby microscope onto my head, causing it to break (the microscope, not my head). My parents were in for a shock when the nurses (incorrectly) rang to say I’d had a fit. Just before the (French) vet got “passed out” confused with “passed away”…

Back to present time, I spent last week on work experience with the Nottingham Post, which, despite the odd stressful moment, got off to a slightly better start. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but on instruction from family and friends I managed not to pass away or break any expensive equipment. The thing about journalism is it exposes you to every side of life. Suddenly cases of murder, theft and car accidents become real, and are no longer just stories on the news. A story of a little boy critically injured in a car accident meant I had to ask a witness for a statement. That was far more sobering than just seeing the story on paper or on the internet. On my last day I had to attend a court case about two men who had strangled another man with a belt and crushed his skull. I can still hear the judge coldly recounting how they had “felt the man’s skull crack”. But, I was told, a journalist must maintain a professional air.

There are certain traits of a good journalist that I really need to work on. Assertiveness, charisma etc. My “good journalist” traits, such as they are, were put to the test most days. Sitting at a computer alongside all the fully fledged reporters, editors, etc. meant I had to answer the phone like a proper journalist. I was told to explain to the caller that I was on work experience, and could they please give me their name and number so I could get someone of higher authority to call them back. However, my employers never told me NOT to pretend to understand everything said, get completely tongue-tied or anything like that.

The hardest thing was approaching people on the street. One day I had to get the bus to where the famous Riverside Festival was to be held so I could interview two people in charge and three locals about said festival. I spent the whole morning getting hopelessly lost, not finding anyone willing to talk to me, struggling to quickly write down quotes and generally feeling so stupid I was on the brink of tears. Another day I had to do a vox pop i.e. go out and badger six passers-by about their opinions on social media. I know that in their place, I would hate having some gawky looking student type interrupting my day to ask me questions, and as for getting personal details and a photo? I was out there for a very long time.

But despite all that, the week was pretty successful. I know this partly because I had six items published in the paper and partly because the feedback form people at the Post filled in summarised my achievements and described me as “very enthusiastic”. Yes, I was tired enough to be asleep by 10pm most nights, but I learned a lot, and I liked the people I was with. I had to get out there and do my job regardless of my own feelings and struggles, and I got the feeling that, in that sense, everyone there was just the same.