My time here in the nation’s capital has come to an end, but I’ll always remember the friends I made, the sights I saw and the stories I covered. My experience as a journalist in Washington wasn’t without some obstacles, however.
During my first assignment, I stood in the back of the auditorium to take photos because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself or seem rude. I was told in the nicest way possible that my photos stunk. I was told that my press credentials gave me the right to get up front and in people’s faces (maybe not literally in their faces, but use that zoom lens for what it’s made for).
Now, I’m the guy who always sits in the back of the class because I don’t like the feeling of eyes on my back – I don’t care if you think it’s weird – so getting up front to where heads of departments and senators were speaking and taking photos was not exactly my cup of tea. But I had a job to do, so I put my preferences to the side and got over the eyeballs every time I got up to snap.
My other issue was with word length of my stories. I have a problem killing my babies – my words. I’m glad I don’t want to be an editor. This blog itself is looking kind of long, so I’ll finish it up soon.
In my last two weeks here, things got down to the wire concerning my D.C. bucket list, but I finally made the trip to the Martin Luther King Jr. monument. Until this month, I had only seen photos of the MLK monument, and I wondered why he was a part of what looked like a giant rock. Now I know. On the side of the rock where MLK is carved, so is a quote: “Out of a mountain of despair, a stone of hope.” Pretty self-explanatory after seeing it in person and recalling what MLK means to our country’s history.
Peace out, D.C. Let’s do it again sometime.