I don’t feel at all like Lois Lane

Last night was my first (paid!) assignment as an actual, real reporter for, I can hardly believe it, the Chicago Tribune. No, I didn’t go to journalism school. No, this isn’t a full-time gig. No, I don’t have one of those tiny little tape recorders. I don’t even have a proper trenchcoat. Well, actually I’ve got an adorable one from Marc by Marc Jacobs, but it ceased to fit about 2 years ago and I can’t bring myself to give it away or toss it due to its cuteness and my hope that I’ll eventually lose weight and fit into it again. But I digress…

Back to my first foray into reporting. There I was at the Evanston City Council meeting furiously taking notes and feeling like I had a giant sign on my back that said “I DON’T BELONG HERE.” There were all these Medill students in the room, smartly dressed and with very serious looks on. I was not at all smartly dressed (the lack of trenchcoat was the least of it) and probably sported a look of fright and nervousness. 

Nevertheless, the first hurdle is cleared and tonight I’m off to the Wilmette Village Board meeting. Here’s hoping that it won’t also be infested with bright, young, fresh-scrubbed looking journalism students that make me feel inaquate. Of course, I’m reminded at this juncture of this Eleanor Roosevelt quote: “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” It seems the onus is on me.

Comments are Disabled