A Day in the Life

Ashley Lugo // Mosaic Staff Photographer
Lexy and Tanya, center, make faces at the camera during one of the late nights in the common room.

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.


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.

I feel like a real journalist

Nashra Anwer walks to an assignment with fellow reporters.
Margaret Lin // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Tanya Raja // Mosaic Staff Writer

I feel like a real journalist.

After conducting a lovely interview with a friendly student entrepreneur, I walked back into the news room feeling successful and satisfied.

This isn’t hard, I thought.

Then, I found out that the person I interviewed was allegedly fired from an internship two years ago for participating in some sketchy business.

After calling him again to ask about the veracity of this accusation, I received strange and hesitant answers.

Now I have to figure out whether to include this information or take him completely out of my article.

Okay, so it may not be the most exciting of adventures, but today has definitely rekindled my “little kid” curiosity and interest in finding answers.

Also, the kitchen has a lot of food, so that’s awesome.