Deadline = Daisies and rainbows?

Margaret Lin // Mosaic Staff Photographer
Lexy Brown clowns around at dinner.

By Walter Teng-Tran // Mosaic Staff Writer

Deadline. I had it all together, all it needed was a few small touches and that’s it, and it’ll be all daisies and rainbows.

Well, that’s how I thought it would go.
I was soon met with my editor and my story drowned in blue ink. I wasn’t thinking properly as she walked towards me as I was mentally slapping myself silly. However, my editor showed only mercy, patting my back softly as I banged my head on the desk repeatedly.

Well, it’s not as bad as I’m over exaggerating it to be, it was a learning experience. I have an idea of what to do now to fix it, and everything shall be well.

Deadline. Dead. Naib.

Naib Mian listens attentively.
Jewel Devorawood // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Naib Mian // Mosaic Staff Writer

It is likely evident from all of the other posts on here that today was the day we had to turn in the first draft of our articles.
My stomach sunk last night as I remembered it was Thursday, and tomorrow was Friday, and tomorrow … was deadline.
Five days of work. Hours of sitting at a computer waiting for email responses. Numerous phone calls to almost ten people. Emails sent out to almost twenty. Visits to Fremont, Stanford, and Mountain View. All in the pursuit of a story. All in the pursuit of truth.
This morning’s press conference with Ron Davis was intriguing and inspirational, but I couldn’t help removing the dread. I still had to call someone, someone who wasn’t answering. Would I be able to get the interview? Would I be able to turn in my draft by five?
As I waited for any sort of response, I decided to venture out, looking for sincere voices. I walked out of the newsroom and took to the campus grounds. I spotted a young man who I thought might be a student. After what felt like a high speed chase, I realized he wasn’t. I was so nervous to walk up to a complete stranger and ask them about their involvement, if any, in politics.
I then saw a young woman walking toward me. I thought, “Yes! This is my opportunity!”
“Excuse me? Hi! My name is Naib Mian with the Mercury News Mosaic program. I’m writing an article about student involvement in the election. Can I ask you a few questions?”
“Sure,” she said.
I asked her about her involvement.
“I’m not involved.”
I asked her if she planned to vote.
“No.”
I asked her if she supported either candid … “No.”
“Thank you,” I said as I left. I approached another man who told me he wasn’t interested in politics either.
The final young man I approached (he definitely looked younger than the other) was faculty.
After deciding I had enough of that, I came back to the newsroom, made some more failed attempts at reaching phone interviewees, and went out to lunch at Pomegranate, a Persian restaurant. We brought the food back to the newsroom, and it was delicious.
I spent the rest of the day writing. Unfortunately, I didn’t feel as if my writing was cohesive or focused. After working with creating a nut graf, I was still unsatisfied.
4:40. I turned in my draft and watched as Sharon’s head turned downward to look over a stack of papers, judging my written word, judging my acceptance into Mosaic, judging my existence.
I sat with Kimmy and Walter. All of us dying. Dying under the stress of not only getting an article back that was torn to pieces, but rather getting an article back with a “no,” a, “write it again,” a, “what is this?” or a, “don’t be a journalist, and by the way, don’t come back here.”
I am now writing a blog post about my day.

Success!

Ashley Lugo smiles for the camera.
Krystal Jara // Alum Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Ross Ramirez // Mosaic Staff Writer

I could hear the countdown of the minutes flying by and my story was still on hold for its anecdote.
Up until 4:15, I missed a call and called right back to interview Iris Lopez, whom was critically the most important part of my story, and would serve as my hook for my readers.
You cannot imagine the euphoric feeling I had when I started to write up the last paragraph of my story. I felt like a gossip girl spilling everything I knew about the subject out to anyone that wanted to know- with Amy Winehouse playing in the background of course.
I hope my writing is good enough to survive Ardua Harris’s critiques.

Deadline. Dead.

Kimmy Tejasindhu in downtown San Jose.
Jewel Devorawood // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Kimmy Tejasindhu // Mosaic Staff Writer

Today we all rushed to turn in our first drafts to our editors to prove ourselves worthy of being in the program and to prove our writing skills to be impeccable. Today, every single soul in the newsroom was working. Headphones in, fingers clicking away on keyboards, pages of notepads being flipped, and juice boxes being sipped.
Finally, all of my hard work concerning synthetic drugs was being put onto a page, arranged into a story. Now, as Marcos sits but a few feet away from me turning pages and circling mistakes, I have the sudden urge to jump out of my seat and run screaming out the door. The only halting factor is that Naib is seated right next to me, blockading my exit.
We are all having quiet panic attacks as we nervously giggle about how horrible our stories are and how they will be perceived by our editors. But alas, the “weight off your shoulders” feeling is beginning to set in. His criticisms shall be constructive and in the end, my story shall be magnificent.
Now, until I get my corrections back, I shall focus all of my attention on the San Jose skate scene story. Hopefully, young Kayla Caballero (who I met last night at the skate park, missing her dad by 60 minutes) gives my number to her father and he calls! That would be the most golden moment of my life!
Oh, by the way blog, The Warped Tour comes to San Francisco tomorrow. I wish I was earlier informed of this because I would have craftily come up with a story to pitch that would allow me to hop on a train to the city tomorrow morning and see the most amazing bands live. But, I did not have the time today, so I suppose while all of the Bay Area is rocking out at 11:00 to the tunes of big names such as Taking Back Sunday and The Used, I shall be in this chilly newsroom watching as the digits on my phone’s clock change…waiting for an unknown caller to ring, in hopes that it will be Steve Caballero’s voice on the other side of the receiver.

A moving story

Creo Noveno conducting an interview.
Gianna Dimick // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Camille Debreczeny // Mosaic Staff Writer

I cried this morning.
Not because I was panicking about tonight’s deadline, although I certainly did my fair share of that.
I cried because the girl I interviewed over the phone today had such an amazingly moving story. With a history of gang involvement, alcohol abuse, homelessness, and family problems, this 23-year-old miracle is back on track, getting an education and making a difference in her community. To personally hear her speak about her experiences was absolutely incredible.
As a journalist, I probably shouldn’t let every poignant story move me to tears, or I would cry myself dry on a regular basis. But at the same time, I really don’t want to ever lose that quality of sensitivity (or maybe just naivety).
After all, isn’t actually feeling something, and conveying that feeling to readers, kind of what journalism is about?

Deadline Day is not so dead.

Gabe Quintela interviews professional soccer player Chris Wondolowski.
Margaret Lin // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Gabe Quintela // Mosaic Staff Writer

I have no intention of being obnoxious or self-centered but today wasn’t an extremely stressful day for me. I went into today having already turned in two drafts and instead spent the day finishing up my second article. I wrote about Ariel Hsing, a 16 year old table tennis player who is going to the Olympics to represent the U.S. The focus of the article was how Hsing is able to manage playing table tennis at an Olympic level and keep her excellent grades. Hsing has committed everything to the sport she loves and is really an inspiring story.

Later in the day I partook in a conference call with several professional journalists in which we held a press call with Frank Yallop and Jon Busch the coach and starting goalkeeper of the Earthquakes respectively. This was an amazing experience for me because I got to listen to how professional journalists operate and how I fit in with the crowd. I’ve grown a lot from today’s responsibility and each day I’m more impressed with the program.

Not enough time

Jasna Hodzic cuddles Mr. Wizard Jr.
Margaret Lin // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Silvia Cardona-Tapia // Mosaic Staff Writer

As the first week of Mosaic is almost done, I keeping thinking why is Mosaic not a year-round school? I wish I had more than two weeks with these amazing people. Nobody in the class of 2012 of Mosaic is going to forget anyone and everyone will remember our silly adventures. I know I will not forget all these amazing, kind, and wonderful people.