The opportunities are endless!

Lexy Brown stands on the corner of a large Monopoly board at a park in downtown San Jose.
Gianna Dimick // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Camille Debreczeny // Mosaic Staff Writer

How exciting it is to feel like a real reporter!

I can hardly believe the freedom we have here at Mosaic. We have all day to work on our stories at our own pace, and the wonderful editorial assistants are ready to take us wherever we want to go, whenever we want to go. The opportunities are endless!

Today I visited Veggielution, a community farm in San Jose. I met some fascinating people and got their perspectives on what makes their garden grow.

I also got bitten by Emily the goose, Veggielution’s mascot. Ashley was taking pictures of her, and I guess she felt threatened because she lunged and took a snap at my foot! Oh, the hazards of journalism…

On another note, last night’s photojournalism presentation was incredible.  I’m not a photographer myself, but what I saw in those pictures is the same skill I hope to accomplish in my writing – capturing stories with clarity and grace.


Busy day on assignment

Tanya Raja and Lexy Brown walk through the San Jose State campus by Dwight-Bentel Hall after a long day of reporting.
Gianna Dimick // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Naib Mian // Mosaic Staff Writer

In pursuit of an article on teaching through technology, I spent four hours out of the newsroom on assignment. Traveling to Stanford, interviewing a student teacher, another teacher, and spending time in the office of an overly excited man with a plethora of information and an unidentifiable accent were draining. Upon completing the task, Maggie, Jewel, and I traveled to Mountain View. After a Ramen delight for lunch, I met with one of my previous student teachers and had a great discussion and interview. I finally arrived back at the newsroom to find five calls I had to make. Life is busy.

Building a quality article

By Olivia Lucas // Mosaic Staff Writer

Luckily, things have finally taken a turn for the better. Today what used to be a blank word document is now beginning to look like a quality article.

All things considered, my story is still a ‘mosaic’ in motion.

What I mean is that all the pieces are slowly beginning to come together and morphing into a beautiful piece of art.

As it is, my story is actually about art—more specifically, my story is about how murals have shaped the San Jose area.

Over the last few days, I’ve talked to two very inspiring artists: Paul J. Gonzalez and Samuel Rodriguez. These guys seem to be really prominent artists in San Jose; almost every source I’ve contacted has suggested that I speak to them.

These two artists are so nice!  They’ve put up with my nagging emails (I probably send more than 10 a day) and phone calls. As a matter of fact, everyone I’ve contacted for sources by phone or email has been beyond nice. It’s made my job a lot easier and eased my nerves about contacting sources.

All the friendly and inspiring people I’ve contacted, all the information that I’ve learned, and all the excitement of writing my article has made the whole process quite entertaining.

One more day until the show closes. One more day until deadline.

Bad Karma?

By Tanya Raja // Mosaic Staff Writer

My eyes snapped open at 8:45 a.m., 15 minutes before we were to report to Dwight Bentel Hall.

I realized during my five minute shower that today was not going to be a good day.

I was mostly right.

My sources are not responding to my calls and emails. My writing is not flowing smoothly. My brain is not functioning properly. And my nail polish is chipping.

At this point, I’m just hoping to finish my article on time.

Maybe this is my karma for making fun of Lexy. I’m sorry, karma gods. I’m sorry Lexy.

I did have delicious Ethiopian food for lunch, though.

Hopefully, I have better luck and no writer’s block tomorrow.

Today was interesting!

By Kimmy Tejasindhu // Mosaic Staff Writer

Today was interesting. I started off the day exhausted from staying up all night with my Mosaic-mates. I crashed miserably into perhaps the worst slumber of my life in the commons room.

I did not expect anything notable to happen at all, quite frankly. I had lost a lot of hope and motivation in my synthetic drugs story. BUT, while I was settling into the morning Mercury News reading, I received a phone call! It was James Sibley who is the Supervising Deputy of the District Attorney Narcotics Unit (the longest title in the history of titles).

Sean Webby hadn’t forgotten me after all!

So I had a nice interview with him and ended the call with a handful of pages filled with successful questions answered.

Also, when I returned to the smoke shop yesterday, I finally got the clerk to cooperate and he relinquished his name and a quote.

I can finally get started on this story and catch up with everybody else!

Ashley and I will be heading to the skate park again today! Without a doubt there will be amazing skaters there. Hopefully there is one who can tell me a little about that San Jose style!

Oh! Also, a man called Jose Montes de Oca stopped by in the newsroom today, who happened to be a family friend of Steve Caballero (one of San Jose’s premier skaters who made a fabulously large name for himself in the industry). Isn’t that just the most incredible thing you have ever heard in your entire life?

Steve Caballero is a world-renowned skater who is often mentioned alongside big names such as Tony Hawk or Christian Hosoi. Best part? He’s a San Jose native.

José says that he might be able to score me Caballero’s phone number so I can get a few words from the pro himself!

Let’s hope everything goes as planned!

Honestly, I’m Stressed Out Over Here

By Corina Martinez // Mosaic Staff Writer

I am finally satisfied with the amount of scribbles in my notebook today.

Just moments ago I actually started writing my first story, which is due tomorrow. I’ve done six interviews in three and a half days. I don’t know how many hours I’ve put into listening recordings of long interviews over and over again, trying to put their exact words on paper.

The few times I catch myself getting distracted from work, I get really homesick.

I miss my family bickering over who has to do the dishes, my little cousin dancing around to the beat of her own drum, my dog snuggling close to me at night and greeting me at the door, my horse lifting his hoof as he eats the grain I prepared for him, my boyfriend’s crazy driving, my friend’s loud laughter from an inside joke, and most of all my quiet, cozy bed.

It doesn’t help that I have to think about it all and write it down.

I’m also tired. Even though I made the choice to go to bed early last night, my eyelids are heavy from being woken up by slamming doors, not so “quiet” whispers, scampering feet, and loud laughter in the hallway at two in the morning.

Instead of interviewing inspiring people who are hopeful about their future, today I interviewed a man who would separate families just to make sure our immigration laws are enforced.

I just want to make it to deadline. I want to find that place in me that discovers the utter joy of just writing an article that means something.

I hope tomorrow I finish a story I am proud of, but as of now I have never been more self-conscience of my work.

I hope this post isn’t too honest, but as journalist we’re supposed to tell the truth.

And honestly, the Starbucks I had this morning tasted a lot more of stressful bitter caffeine than the sweet, refreshing one I had my first night here.

Uncertainty Looms In The Busy Newsroom

By Walter Teng-Tran // Mosaic Staff Writer

I feel like I’m falling behind compared to everyone else.

I keep seeing the people around me rushing to get to their interviews and I’m just here, waiting for my interviewee to respond back to my questions.

It feels weird just sitting around when I did a few interviews the day before.

Oh well, what matters is that I get the story done and perfect.