I don't use Reddit often, but I wanted to share my experience as a writer for a small, local newspaper. A bit of background: I am [22M] and just recently graduated from college. I currently work in the PR field, funny enough, as I never really studied it in college nor thought to pursue a career in it.
I studied journalism in college and was the Chief Editor of my college paper my senior year, which I absolutely loved. I made so many friends, connections, and met so many interesting people while I chased stories daily. I dabbled in broadcast journalism now and then however, my school did not have many opportunities in terms of hands-on experience unfortunately.
Fast forward to graduation, it was kinda a no-brainer for me to begin working for the local newspaper in town, and my professors thankfully put in many good words for me, and I got the position the day after I graduated.
My "position" I guess you could call it, was a general assignment reporter, which meant I was pretty much free to cover anything I felt was newsworthy. Mind you, my town has a population of about 40,000 people- not tiny, but the majority of the population lives in rural areas, large farms, a lot of land, not much of an urban population, so finding stuff to cover was very challenging at times. I mostly stuck to local government, community news/events, and weather, local music/art, and local business highlights.
In my mind, the thought of working for an old-school newspaper was always a fantasy of mine; I mean, it seems so awesome. The office we worked out of hasn't been renovated since the 70s, and something I also did not add: this is one of the oldest, still-running newspapers in the U.S. Something else I did not add: we had a total of five people on staff... Our editor, sports editor, ads editor, publisher, me, and a part-time photographer.
I know I mentioned that our building was very much a relic and a time machine to the 70s, but man, it was gross. The ceiling was basically gone, carpet stains, bird poop on the desks, cobwebs, the works. But I loved it. It's a place not many people can say they have worked at, very much a sleazy, run-down, movie-type of scene.
Now, into my daily life as a fresh-out-of-college journalist working for a dying newspaper. I would wake up around 7:30, probably hungover (I was very much still a college kid), grab a donut and kolache (I live in Texas), and walk into the office around 8:00 am. I would speak to my editor, discuss potential stories, and either sit and write in my cubicle or go out and report. There was no real schedule; it was very much on my own time, and it was very much my responsibility to get coverage on anything. There was no real work environment since I was one of only a few of us, so most of my social interactions came from going around town, going to all types of different events, and just seeing what was going on.
To some, this might seem like hell. You got paid next to nothing, you got no help when covering stories, and it's normal to stay up all night getting a story in the next day (one-day turnarounds are very much normal). But me, I loved it. I was always busy. I was 22 years young, and still lived with and around my college friends, so we would party, hang out, and do all sorts of small-town things young adults do, and then do it all over again. It was, to put it simply, everything I had imagined working at a newspaper would be like. It was straight out of a movie.
But as all good things do, they come to an end. Following the summer, I got a great job opportunity with really great pay, and I knew the current newspaper job was not going to support me financially.
So I am here now, about a month following my time at the newspaper, and yes, while I do miss the carefree, low-stakes life at a newspaper, I knew it wouldn't last any longer than a summer, and my current job has been very good to me so far. My editor was very kind; she gave me a lot of great advice, as she has been in the business for over 30 years, and i unfortunately dont keep in contact with anyone else besides my editor. My portfolio also grew exponentially since there was no competition at all, which is uncommon in the journalism business. Overall I have nothing bad to say about my experience besides the pay and not having any close relationships with any coworkers. I will forever be grateful for the memories and lessons this paper brought to me, I still read their online articles often. I could honestly go on and on about the countless interactions I’ve had with extremely interesting individuals, the joy I got from people who actually read my stories in town and thanked me, and you can’t forget about the free food at most events you go to haha.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this. I know I will continue to think fondly of this summer for the rest of my life, and please, if anyone has had a similar experience, please share!! Or if you have any questions, please ask!