KSBY Internship – Week 1

June 17 – Today I arrived for my first day as an intern at 9am. Caroline Lowe, KSBY News Manager, met me and gave a brief overview of what she expects of me during my internship. It all seemed pretty straightforward. The main message I received was that I would get out of it whatever I was willing to put in to it.

At 9:30am the staff meeting began. All the reporters meet in the meeting room and discuss story ideas for the day. News Director Doug Barden and Assignment Editor Kathrene Herndon decide which stories each reporter should focus on. Then the meeting is adjourned and reporters scamper off to start unfolding their stories.

On this day, I was invited to tag along with MMJ Connie Tran. She was doing a story on Whooping Cough and how it is being called an epidemic in California. After making some calls, we headed out to a children’s gym in SLO to interview the Gym Owner about precautions she takes to prevent the spread of whooping cough. It turned out she had a bit of a personal story about a few years ago when she had the sickness herself.

When we first got their, Connie immediately started gathering B-Roll of the kids playing in the gym. I noticed she set up a ton of great sequences and got a bunch of wide-medium-close shots and I could see how she was planning on editing all these sequences together. She ended up talking to a mom of three for a little and did an interview of her and her fears for her kids, as whooping cough can be deadly to young children. Then we interviewed the gym owner about her precautions. All the kids were very excited about the camera and we ended up getting a lot of good B-roll footage.

After that we headed back to the station and I logged all the interviews so she could later pull quotes for SOTs during editing. Connie went out again to interview a doctor as an expert source while I did that.

Here is a link to the final package: Whooping cough cases on the rise in California, handful of cases on Central Coast

After I finished logging I hung out in the studio and wrote a VOSOT about Retro Bill and the new summer camp coming to SLO County. Here is a link to the video aired that night on the 5 o’clock news show and the script I wrote: Enrollment open for Sheriff’s Youth Camp

Enrollment open for Sheriff’s Youth Camp

Kids this summer have an opportunity to meet motivational speaker, or “edutainer” as he calls himself, Retro Bill.

This week kicks off the Sheriff’s Youth Camp, which the San Luis Obispo County Sheriff’s Office puts on every summer.

This week-long camp features children’s advocate Retro Bill, who speaks at schools all over the country teaching kids about bullying, safety, and leadership.

“Law enforcement, I believe in my heart, has a prevention capacity and as anybody watches the news and we see things that are going on in our country with bullying and, oh, and violence, even in schools, I think the more we can get into the hearts and minds of our young people and inspire them to be a good citizen, to be kind, work out your differences in a healthy way,” says Retro Bill.

The camp is free for all kids in the area thanks to local sponsorships from the community.

Later this summer, the camp will be in Cayucos and Templeton.

For details on how to sign your kids up, click here.

I finished my day around 4pm.

June 19 – I arrived at KSBY at 8 this morning because I wanted to spend a good chunk of time there but had work later that day. When I arrived it was basically only Kathrene there so i asked if there was anything I could do to help. She had my write a VO about the Pismo Preserve and how the new owners of Harry’s Beach Bar made a huge donation to the San Luis Obispo Land Conservancy. Here is a link to the story I wrote: Harry’s Beach Bar makes donation for Pismo Preserve

Once all the reporters got there we headed off to the morning meeting at 9:30am. I got to go with MMJ Lili Tan on her story about Hydraulic Fracking. Due to a recent spike in earthquake activity in Oklahoma, California residents are nervous about our sensitive fault lines and the common oil drilling practice of hydraulic fracturing. Lili already had a long interview from workers at the oil plant on Orcutt Hill that reassured us there was no hydraulic fracking taking place in Santa Barbara County, but that the bill also criminalizes common practices such as cyclic steaming that oil companies have been using for over 50 years. Illegalizing these practices would put hundreds of people out of jobs. Lili and I went to the Sherrif’s Office to talk to a seismology expert about the likeliness of an earthquake as a result of hydraulic fracking. He basically said that we shouldn’t be jumping to any conclusions about it. Then we went to the Sierra Club and talked to a member who was a strong advocate toward the bill being passed. It was cool having so many different sources with so many different opinions about the matter and I could see how this was going to turn in to a very propelling story.

When we got back to the station, I logged all of these interviews and by then it was about 2pm and I had to go to work. But here is a link to the final package: OK earthquakes fuel anti-fracking movement on Central Coast

And that was the end of my first week. I look forward to learning more about the production side of putting on a news show and maybe seeing some of the video editing if I get a chance.









KSBY Internship

It’s summer 2014 and I am spending it in San Luis Obispo interning at the local TV news station, KSBY Channel 6 News. It’s 10 weeks long, 100 hours and tons of experience. I have been instructed to compose a portfolio of all the things I do and learn here in the studio so I will be compiling this here on my blog. Stay tuned to hear about all that I am doing here as a newsroom intern.ksby-6-news-logo

24 Rules For Being A Human Being In 2014

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Thought Catalog

The lovely Chelsea Fagan outlined some rules for ladies and gentlemen to reach their best selves in 2014, and in light of that, I’d like to chime in, to generally blanket over everyone inclusively, as the art of being a good person begins with, first and foremost, recognizing yourself as a human being before anything else. 


1. Learn to be okay with not being okay.

2. Learn to have conversations that do not consist of lambasting someone else, especially when that someone is you.

3. Give the most kindness to those who seem like they least deserve it.

4. Learn to define and describe people without initially reaching for their sex or appearance as key adjectives.

5. Realize that perspective determines everything.

6. Understand that when something upsets you, it’s striking a nerve of truth.

7. Understand that when someone upsets you, the best thing to do is understand where…

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Home for the Holidays

The holidays have always been a special time of year. But now with the added treat of coming home from the holidays and spending a month with home cooked food, a comfy king size bed, surrounded by family and cats, special takes on a whole new meaning. It’s such a drastic change from college life; I’ll never be so relaxed and full of good food as when I return from winter break. 

Every family has their holiday traditions, including my own! Christmas starts the day after Thanksgiving as we all rise and shine at the crack of dawn to go tree hunting. This just means we go to a tree farm and cut one down ourselves. It’s not really much a hunt but finding the perfect tree is harder than you’d think. Then we spend the whole decorating our conquest with lights and ornaments while Mom drapes the rest of the house in festive paraphernalia. I’m always the one who has to crawl into the attic because, even though at age 20 standing 5’5″ tall, I’m still the youngest and therefore perceived as the smallest. My mom is only 5’2″ but who’s counting? Then my sister Katie and I take to the roof to hang lights. This year was so warm I was wearing a tank top up there and had the pleasure of discovering what it feels like to have a million tiny splinters of fiber glass in your arm. 

Christmas brings another slew of family traditions. On christmas eve we make home made pizzas in the shape of christmas things. This gets difficult after you’ve already done an ornament, a tree, and a candy cane. We’ve made Santa Claus faces, snowmen, a skier, a reindeer, etc. Then we open a few presents usually including christmas pajamas. Clad in our festive jammies, we go to Eucalyptus street. It’s one of the “Santa Claus Lane” streets where every house puts an absurd amount of lights on their house and people walk up and down it all night for the month of december. I recently learned almost every town has a street like this, which was disappointing – I thought we were special. But sometimes Eucalyptus street brings snow in… Does your town do that? Does it?! Then we come home and watch White Christmas because it’s Mom’s favorite christmas movie and after watching every year, by default it is mine as well. 

On Christmas morning we wake up and look through our stockings from “Santa.” Yes, with children of ages 20 and 22 we still play along. Why not? Then we usually go see a movie or something in the day and gather with the rest of the family at night. 

Home is only 3 days away and I can’t wait to get the holiday started! Image

Things I would rather be doing than studying for finals right now:

  • Sleeping
  • Eating
  • Hot-tubbing
  • Snuggling with my cat
  • Snuggling with a friendly bear
  • Riding an elephant
  • Surfing the internet (I may be doing that anyways)
  • Learning sign language
  • Inventing a new flavor of jelly bean
  • Bringing apple-bottom jeans back in fashion (were they ever?)
  • Helping a squirrel find his acorns (they lose 50% of them, you know)
  • Re-enacting scenes from Zenon Z3
  • Planning a trip to Antarctica
  • Driving a smart car in tiny circles
  • Finding out if Polar Bears really enjoy Coca-Cola as much as Coca-Cola commercials lead me to believe
  • Whale-watching with Tina Fey
  • Proving pythagorean theorem
  • Interviewing Voldemort (60-minute style)
  • High-fiving strangers
  • Braiding the dreadlocks of my giant Rastafarian banana, Ben-Jammin’
  • Knitting tiny hats for pre-mature babies
  • Playing connect the dots with all of my freckles
  • Using sharpies on whiteboards
  • Speaking only in movie quotes for the rest of the day
  • Karaoke
  • Racing hamsters
  • Becoming a pirate
  • Convincing spiders to go extinct
  • Rebalancing the food chain after spiders go extinct
  • Attempting backflips into bodies of water
  • Trying to change the color of a mood ring with my mood
  • Rubbing the real Buddha’s belly
  • Asking old couples how they met
  • Blogging (obviously)
  • Teaching someone how to dougie
  • Perhaps learning myself how to dougie
  • Taking a ginger on an adventure
  • Finding my fish a steady girlfriend
  • Looking at Google Images of Hawaii
  • Paint by numbers
  • Lighting my split ends on fire (fire hazard)
  • Freak dancing to no music
  • Getting drunk

If you don’t agree with at least 3 things on this list then you are not a human being or you can’t read.

“I’m Sorry”

I work at a factory of sandwiches. And yes, the life of a campus dining employee is as glamorous as it seems. On friday mornings I work as a cashier so I basically just sit there and swipe people’s poly cards the whole time. Not that that’s necessarily all I should be doing but it’s about all I accomplish in my 4 hour shift. I’m not sure how I’m still employed there. I think they like my spunk. Anyways, it can be a little tedious having the same conversation of pleasantries over and over again. 

Freshman customer: “Hi, how’s you’re day going?”

me: “It’s going. And yours?”

customer: “Good. Can I use a meal credit?”

me: “Absolutely not…”

customer: “…………..”

me: “Just kidding.” *swipe card*

customer: *walks away frowning*

So repetitive. One day I was swiping cards and making money when a customer came up and set her stuff down.

“Sorry..” she said. “You’re fine.” I responded. I swiped her card and she walked away. I thought back and wondered what she apologized for. She had done nothing wrong or out of the ordinary. She just set her stuff down and apologized. For my existence? Perhaps? The next customer came up and when she handed me her card she touched my hand. “Oh sorry!” she apologized. “It’s ok…” I responded, wondering again, why she was sorry. People apologize so much as if it’s expected. As if it is as commonplace as saying please or thank you. Now I started experimenting with it. A customer would come up and hand me their sandwich slip and I would purposefully reach around and grab a different item and they would apologize. Or I would set their card down instead of hand it back to them and they would apologize. Even if the mistake was entirely my fault, like a blatantly drop their polycard after they hand it to me, they would still apologize! It was so weird! I told Barrett, my co-worker, about it and he nodded in agreement but was wildly less enthused about it than I. “Whatever Barrett, you know it’s true,” I argue. “Yeah, sorry.” he said. I rolled my eyes. 

Finally I asked a customer. He walked up and handed me his sandwich slip and set his stuff down and apologized. “For what?” I asked. he couldn’t answer. He just looked around at the situation, got uncomfortable, and said I don’t know… 

Once again, I derive a moral from this random account of my day; when you accidentally brush my hand while handing me something, you better apologize. Seriously. That is just unacceptable. Also, I’m bored at work. 


Dead Week

The struggle bus reaches maximum capacity every time Dead week rolls around. The library becomes more of a social scene where we can all pull our hair out together. Cram sessions take over Robert E. Kennedy as students find themselves forced into cubicles or god forbid they have to find somewhere else to study. Like the Starbucks by Madonna, an abandoned classroom, or their desks at home. I shiver. 

Most people consider this week deadly because the entire quarter catches up to them and they are trying to salvage their GPA’s. Stress levels test boundaries and you run out of time for daily joys like the gym, a nap, or a balanced breakfast. As a journalism major, this is not the case for me. I have deadlines, projects, and butt-loads or work every week of the quarter. My finals are more projects, very easy, or nonexistent. This week is virtually the same as every other week for me aside from the fact that everyone is too busy to be interviewed so I have to look harder for sources. 

For me this week is deadly because all my friends are too busy to hang out. I cannot fulfill my social quota of the week while everyone I know has their nose buried in a textbook they just opened for the first time all quarter. I usually like to fill everyone ounce of free time I have (which is sparse) with social stimulation. This week is always known for record lows on social interactions and that’s a real bummer for a social butterfly such as myself. 

I had a few hours of free time this week and I wanted to go to the beach. I asked around to see if anyone wanted to go and most just looked at me enviously and then hoisted their 20lb backpack over their shoulder and headed back to Dead week headquarters (aka the library). Whatever, I thought to myself. I don’t need them, I’ll just go alone! 

So off I went, packed me a snack and a book and headed west. Avila Beach was chilly but sunny and very peaceful. I actually quite enjoyed myself. I ate my pretzel snack and walked with my feet in the water and then headed up shore for some wind shelter so I could do some reading. I was not but 3 pages into my law book (OK, I have some studying) when I was approached by an older couple. The man stayed a safe 20 feet away while the woman walked right up and began to tell me story.

“I walk this beach everyday with my husband,” she said with a thick russian accent. At this point I was sure I was on the receiving end of a memorable life lesson about true love. “One day we walked all the way to the end of the beach, and I walk much faster than my husband.” Off in the distance he shrugs. “An old fat man on the beach sees me come around the corner and he thinks I am alone.”  This isn’t going where I thought it was. “He starts asking me questions… asking what I am doing… tries to call me over…” she looks off in the distance, recalling the disturbing memory. I follow her gaze. “There are a lot of creepy people out here. If some old man hits on me, what is he going to do to a pretty young thing like you?” I frown. Flattering as that was, she was really harshing my beach vibe. 

“Well how fat was he? I could probably out run him.” I logic. Now she frowns. “I have pepper spray!” I try again. She still doesn’t seem satisfied.

“I am a mother and grandmother,” she says. “I just worry about young girls out here alone.” 

“Thank you for your concern,” I say politely. “I’ll be careful…” She gives me one last painstaking look before regretfully leaving me alone on the beach. 

I look down and try to continue reading. Nope. Not happening. Beach vibe officially harshed. It was not lost on me that of the three people even on the beach (me, her, and her unwilling husband) she was probably the craziest. But still I for some reason felt it was time to go. 

The moral of this is be sure to befriend underachievers and super seniors so you never have to go to the beach alone during the dreaded Dead Week.


My Sister’s Advice

My sister and I are very different thinkers. She’s more impulsive, hair-brained, and dramatic while I am logical but indecisive, almost as if I think too much about every decision. One would think with those contrasting qualities would lead us to judge each other’s decision making processes. I cannot speak for Katie, but I actually admire the way she lives her life. Being unsure of your decisions is very uncomfortable. I envy her confidence and certainty in her decisions all the while making as few decisions as possible. She has a way of making life look easy. The perplexing thing is that while she breezes through the big stuff like picking a school, a major, and big life decisions, she really struggles with the small stuff. Something like missing a train could send her into a full blown meltdown. She’ll keep calm in the eye of a storm but lose it over a raindrop on a sunny day.

Katie is two years older than I, therefore the trail-blazer of the family. She went to high school before me, had a boyfriend before me, had braces before me, and would always be leaving me her words of wisdom on the matter as I followed close behind her on all these milestones. Many times I found myself ignoring the advice because it wasn’t always best for me. Even two years younger I knew “Just don’t tell mom” or “well I never wore my rubber bands” (braces people will get that one) weren’t her greatest pearls. But every once in a while she’d throw me a real sliver of genius – two in particular really stuck with me.

The first thing Katie did when she went to college was join a sorority. She liked it but eventually had to drop because it was too expensive and she’s more of a YOLO-er than a budgeter. But when two years later I did the exact same thing she told me something I’ll never forget. 200 girls forced together on a regular basis is a sure recipe for disaster. Drama is unavoidable and, no matter how low key you are, you’ll find yourself caught up in the madness. But Katie knew the secret to getting out with limited scarring. “These girls will forgive you for pretty much anything,” she said, “as long as you stay away from their boys.” I laughed when she first told me, thinking she was joking. But this turned out to be one of the best pieces of advice she’d ever given me. It’s 100% true. I watched friendship after friendship get thrown away by some silly boy drama. What happened to ‘boys are whatever, friends are forever’? I guess that was middle school B-S. Or perhaps just a comforting excuse for why we were all single. Needless to say, I was grateful for the heads-up about the mentality change.

The second great piece of advice she gave me was “Don’t jump over fences… just go around” This has more to do with a personal experience of hers ending in a late night ER visit and 20-some stitches in her arm. Either way, it’s some solid advice I’ve chosen to live by. It could even be a metaphor for something much deeper… but I don’t think that’s how she meant it.

So heed my words, incoming college-goers; careful where you put your tongue and always look for a gate.

Long Distance Relationships

Leaving a significant other behind is one of the hardest parts about going away to college. Should you try to make it work long distance? Should you let it go? Here is a video looking at a couple different college relationship scenarios to help you make a decision when going off to school.

The End of the Road

As the quarter winds down, I begin to reflect on my classes and projects I’ve been working on. I asked my peers what they thought about my blog and the response was overall pretty positive. A lot of people said it was relatable and they said I did a good job playing of the humor of the situation. Others said it was unique from other social blogs in the class and enjoyed the different perspectives I gathered and topics I covered.

It seems the favorite post was my audio piece on living in a sorority house. I think people enjoyed getting an inside look into that lifestyle because it is so different then anything a lot of people have experienced, and maybe it’s something they think they may want to experience.

If I were to make this blog into a career I think I would have to expand a lot. I would probably have to reach out to different schools and get other perspectives but also I think it would be interesting if I were to touch on all different kinds of living situations. I could talk about living in dorms, apartments, houses, with the opposite sex, on the road, in another country and so on. I could get advertisements for living appliances or form college campuses.

I don’t think this will be a career for the rest of my life but it is interesting to play with that idea and see where my life could end up if I were to be a blogger. Blogging is definitely a rising phenomena and it’s super useful to know how to do it and how I could make it work for a living. Now I always have that in my back pocket.