Salutations fellow readers of the Jane M. Von Bergen’s Jobbing Blog!
My name is Adrianna Rodriguez and I’ve almost graduated from Perkiomen Valley High School in Montgomery County. I’m planning on attending Northwestern University Medill School of Journalism in September. However, before journeying into the college life, I decided to take a quick glimpse of the real world. For the next month I will be interning for Ms. Von Bergen. While this may have been something new for her, taking a young high school student under her wing for a long period, it is certainly an eye opening experience for me too.
In the next few weeks, I plan to write on this blog occasionally about the world of work from my perspective. I hope my writing makes a difference to readers and I hope that any of my classmates or other people my age who may read this will realize the importance of true journalism, and not the glamour seen on TV.
Journalism isn’t exactly how the movies have depicted it to be: there aren’t always scandalous politicians having illegitimate children, iconic governors who can see the world from their back porch, or even “prophets” who are able predict the end of the world; which if you didn’t hear, happened last Saturday.
The people Ms. Von Bergen and I have interviewed so far are local folks struggling with the everyday realities of a globalized society and recent college graduates trying to figure out their place in the world. (I am definitely paying attention.) You can read Ms. Von Bergen’s short article about a college job fair in today's Philadelphia Inquirer. There are plans for a larger article on Sunday.
With this in mind, I tell the readers of the Jobbing blog that these people have influenced me in my writing more than any self-terminating governor ever could. Job shadowing Ms. Von Bergen also means covering her stories and sharing her responsibilities, this Jobbing blog among them. While the glamour of being a journalist has diminished in my eyes, the value of the work has intensified.
As Editor-in-Chief of my high school newspaper, I watched my fellow students clog the trashcans and litter the hallways with my newspaper, published monthly. Stacks of papers were left untouched in homerooms. This disheartened me and made me feel as if I had almost no responsibility to improve newspaper. However, I see the Inquirer at the local Wawa every day and each morning people are either reading the paper at home or logging on to their computers to check out philly.com. When I write on this web site, I actually impact the lives of the readers, not only those closest to me like my parents, but absolute strangers as well.
The Philadelphia Inquirer proved to me that it isn’t the amount of words on a page, the numbers of copies being sold, or even the writer behind the desk that matter. It will always be the readers who make a newspaper a solidified organism, whether the paper is the Inquirer for the citizens of this region, or the Perkiomen Valley High School Voice for the students at my school.
Thank you for reading,