By Ashely Lugo, Jewel Devorawood, Margaret Lin // Mosaic Staff Photographers
By Ashely Lugo, Jewel Devorawood, Margaret Lin // Mosaic Staff Photographers
By Olivia Lucas // Mosaic Staff Writer
Last week I was saying, “one more day until first draft deadline”. Yesterday, I was fretting, “One more day until print deadline.” Today I’m crying, “One more day until we leave.”
The last two weeks here have just been so incredible! They have been filled with emotion, learning, laughing, writing, fretting about deadlines, excitement, and—not to forget—a lot of eating. Shoutout to Andy, who is now in New Zealand, for taking everyone out to experiment with new foods, like Ethiopian and Jamaican food.
People here at Mosaic are so amazing– not only the students, but also the editors. My editor Sharon is the best! She has helped me develop and grow so much as a writer over the last 11 days. Thanks for taking the time to edit all my drafts (I know I had a lot). I also want to thank the editorial assistants, Magali, Audrey, and Jasna, for driving me and other campers all over San Jose to our interviews. As Elliott said, “This is the one time when I’ll have my own personal chauffer.” Speaking of Elliott, even though the first thing he told us was that he wasn’t really a part of Mosaic this year, he definitely helped make my experience at Mosaic the best! Thanks to Elliott, yesterday, I was able to interview Olympic silver medalist, Shawn Johnson, and the Olympic hopeful, Gabrielle Douglas. Without a doubt, one of the best experiences of my life! Thank You Elliott! Last but not least, none of this would have been possible without Joe Rodriguez. Thank for looking out for us over the last two weeks. I know you’re tough on us sometimes, but it’s only because you want us to be the best we can be and reach our full potential—and oh yeah, to speak up a little louder.
My time at Mosaic has just been so unbelievable and eye-opening. I am so glad I had the opportunity to come! Just because I felt like it, I made a little acrostic, reflecting the last 11 days.
Meeting new people.
Outstanding guest speakers.
Staying up late working on stories, chatting with friends, and playing cards.
Adventuring out of my comfort zone.
Improving my writing, interviewing and reporting skills.
Constantly experiencing what it feels like to be a real journalist!
By Silvia Cardona-Tapia // Mosaic Staff Writer
The last days of mosaic have been GOING BY FAST and I can’t believe that tomorrow is the last day. I know I’m going to miss our Mosaic family. This Mosaic class of 2012 is by far the best class of Mosaic EVER! My roommates have shown that they will be there thick or thin, day or night. They will be there crying with you or laughing with you, showing their emotions to you. Tears run down my face knowing that I might not see them a year from now. Joe, our dorm dad and Mosaic director, taught me to be myself, be loud, and ask a lot of questions. I came with an open mind and curiosity about being a reporter, but now I really do think this is the job for me. Thank you Mosaic Class of 2012 for being another family to me. SEE YA NEXT YEAR FOR THE REUNION. SIGNING OFF SILVIA.
By Lexy A. Brown and Tanya Raja // Mosaic Staff Writers
Before coming to the Mosaic, all of the participants are given an “official” Mosaic schedule. But it doesn’t begin to describe what really happens when you’re a member of Mosaic. Here is the unabridged truth.
7:30am- Turn off your alarm in your sleep.
7:35am- Turn off the second alarm you set, knowing the first one wouldn’t be effective.
8:45am- Be woken up by your roommate as she leaves for the newsroom. Quickly throw on clothes and hope that they’re weather appropriate. Provided the time, run to the bathroom to brush your teeth.
8:59am- Slide into the newsroom and pile your plate with breakfast, knowing that it’s probably the only free food for the day.
9:30am- A lecture or journalism exercise over breakfast.
10:00am- “Write,” which usually means call anyone remotely related to your subject until somebody finally picks up. If you didn’t have an opportunity to brush your teeth or do any other piece of the typical morning routine, slip out to the dorm and do it now.
10:45am- Grab your first piece of licorice from the giant tub in the newsroom.
10:45:30am- Grab your second, third, and twentieth piece of licorice.
12:30pm- Run to La Victoria’s “La Vic’s” and grab some inexpensive grub to eat in the newsroom.
1:00pm- Back to writing, etc.
3:30pm- While in a waiting hold for editors or interviewee’s to get back to you, look over other staff- writers’ shoulders to see if they’re being just as unproductive as you. If they’re not, be obnoxious until they are. While we call this entertaining, Joe calls this “teenage wasteland.”
5:00pm- Start watching the clock for dinner.
7:00pm- Head out for dinner. Dinner will probably be set up by Andy, who lives on Yelp, doesn’t settle for anything below four-star and likes to try new kinds of foods. Dinner is definitely an adventure.
7:05pm- Realize that you’ve gone the wrong way to get to the dinner place, yell at Andy, turn around and start again.
7:30pm- Decide on a meal to split with one, two or three other people. (Mosaic kids become very money conscious around Saturday, when they only have $7 left for three meals.)
10:00pm- Get back in dorms just in time for curfew.
10:00pm-11:00pm- Hear journalism stories from “dorm parents” Joe and Darlene.
12:00am- Take shower.
1:00am- Play a crazy game of cards. This can get bloody, especially if Andy is losing.
1:15am- Make fun of Lexy. (Out of love…?)
1:30am- Watch videos of Gianna’s eight siblings. Look at pictures of Gianna’s twelve-seater van.
2:00am- Sit around the common room talking. Usually, anything anyone says becomes something to laugh over.
3:00am- Go get blankets and pillows from the dorms.
3:45am- Have a competition to see who can hold an ice cube the longest, until Gianna (the motherly photographer) comes in and shuts us down; try Chinese water torture on Walter; give sleeping Gabe a smiley-face Henna tattoo on his ankle.
4:30am- Fall asleep on the couches in the common room.
By Creo Noveno // Mosaic Staff Writer
It’s strange how quickly the days seem to pass – it feels like only yesterday I’d arrived on campus with naught but a shoddily packed suitcase and the overabundant fear that comes with new territory and even newer faces.
Summers spent lazing about in the house and letting my bones turn to dust before I have to pick myself up all over again for the next school year did not prepare me for these two weeks of work, for the weaving paths around downtown San Jose (always in the morning, never in the evening), for the restaurants terrorized by our motley crew when Andy (how we miss thee) and his Yelp gems find us stomaching cuisine we never thought we’d never have the chance to eat.
I was asked yesterday what word I’d choose to describe my stay in Mosaic, and I stole a line from one of the people I’d interviewed for my stories, because I thought of no better (or, admittedly, vaguer) way to put it: it’s been “an experience.”
Mosaic has been an experience – sometimes scary, sometimes amazing, always busy – and it’s one I can’t trade for anything else, nor is it one I’ll probably ever have again, no matter how many journalism programs I enter after this. The first time is always different: the people, the places, the moments. There will be no more water tortures, no more of Andy’s golden lines, no more dinners, no more trips to Quickly’s or bleary eyed mornings (even though I chickened out after like, three) or deadline days that fill the newsroom with dead (and panicked) silence.
I could say that our time in the program could be immortalized by the paper we’re going to see printed tomorrow morning, but I think that may just be a part of what we’ve taken from these two weeks – interviews and time spent as a “professional” journalist (used very, very loosely) are just as important as all those afternoons spent giggling like loons in the lobby. And maybe that’s what I’ll remember best.
Not that I’m getting soppy.