What 007 and I Have in Common

It feels as if I’ve been writing correspondence from the trenches for the last three years – dodging angry Germans and eating spare dog meat when I can. But that’s simply not true. I’m in my second quarter at Whatcom Community College, trying to keep up with multiple social media sites, and occasionally doing a story for the student paper.

Suck on it Trebek.

I’ve come to grips with reality this quarter, and have truly seen myself in the shoes of a journalist. I realize for the first time that because of my career choice, I will forever be “that weird guy taking pictures,” probably in the corner of a room, or maybe in your face if your unfortunate enough.

While community college’s CAN in fact be interesting places, they aren’t tourist traps, so anyone holding a camera is usually singled out pretty quickly as a:

a) a pervert

b) a beautiful genius

c) a terrorist.

I really like to think of myself as a beautiful genius, but as I said before, I’ve come to grips with reality.

Because not all journalists are a, b, or c, Cutter, our esteemed purple-haired-Chief-of-the-Editors, procured press IDs for the whole staff of the Horizon. I don’t know how he did this, but I am eternally grateful.

And even though my spiffy new press ID establishes my credentials as an official WCC journalist, I have realized a few strange things about it. For one: it makes me into someone slightly different (dare I say cooler?). Two: obnoxious people who think they are great sources will flock to me, and proceed to tell me everything that is irrelevant to my story. Three: The people I need to talk run away from me.

When I put my press ID around my neck I feel like Frodo slipping on the Ring of Power. To some I am obviously a bad ass, who probably knows some people in high up places (so you might wanna watch out); to others I am a rascal. A pest. A weasel noodling around the scene with my thick rimmed glasses and nasally voice.

Well whatever, maybe that’s true for some. For me, the press ID is a tool – maybe even a weapon. I can be the weirdo taking pictures when I need to remain inconspicuous, and then morph into the seasoned reporter when I have to. It’s all a game of perception… but what isn’t?

Don’t worry, I won’t get too deep.

In coming to grips with my identity as a journalist I have realized just another aspect of why I appreciate this job: I get to pretend I’m a spy.

 

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About Squelsch

I am a student of journalism with a science fiction problem. Writing is a passion of mine, but I find myself doing less of it as the age of social media dominates all thoughtful consciousness. One of my major pass times is hosting imaginary lectures in my head, which is primarily the reason why I like to write and blog. These lectures are usually about justice, liberty, government, culture, and technology.
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2 Responses to What 007 and I Have in Common

  1. Scott Blume says:

    You headline should be “What 007 and I have in common.” Please model correct grammar!
    -Scott Blume

  2. Thanks for visiting! Your advice has been taken.

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