The world where people are interested in reading the Sunday paper and kicking back with a mug of Folgers is dead.
Or at least that’s what some people believe.
Since 2008, the United States has seen an interesting churn in the job market and the economy. But even before that, the job market has been revolutionizing into one that no longer upholds previous standards.
If you work hard, you’ll succeed. If you work at a place for a long time, they’ll reward you. You get what you put in.
After American citizens experienced lay off after lay off, no matter the amount of time and hard work they put, it was a realization of tough times to come.
The world of journalism has seen that first hand.
Television, newspapers and radio stations laid off massive amounts of people, because of the decline of viewership and advertisement.
People can get the news anywhere. Citizen journalism has shown that anybody who has access to a computer with internet can spurn up any story and post it on Twitter, whether it’s factual or not.
The trust in media has dropped exponentially. Where we once believed everything that The New York Times said, we now read with a wary eye.
According to Politico.com, Mike Huckabee once wrote, “I’m sad to report today a death of a good friend to all of us…..Journalism.”
So why would anyone want to pursue a career in journalism when the industry is highly competitive, the starting pay is low and people are judgmental about everything that’s written, no matter how accurate?
For me, it’s because I absolutely love it.
There is a heart racing, mind boggling and adrenaline rushing thrill when uncovering a story.
There is a sense of accomplishment and pride in letting someone’s voice be heard who may otherwise remain a silent figure in a crowd.
And there is just the chance to get to hear a story, and then hope that others will either hear or read that story too and learn something.
I love getting the chance to meet someone new and learn about what they’re passionate about or what they’re opinion may be.
I’ve met the mayor of the town my college is in, I’ve listened in on multiple Republican GOP Candidates, I’ve met a Consul General of Austria.
But perhaps those that are the most prominent in my mind are the “normal” people that one might not take a second look at. Those are the people that have the most interesting stories or might have a passion or skill for something that others overlook.
A director of a school who spoke over an hour and half about how proud she was of her students. A student who was owed over $800 dollars from her workplace. A student who just wanted to use his long board on school property.
While I just write for a student newspaper, these are voices that I’m proud to share and hope that others will hear their message.
There can’t be anything more alive in the world than journalism, because journalism is about life.
Beneath the crumpled pages of newspapers are rhythmic words that beat the pulse of a human being.
Through the flashing images on the television screen is a smiling face of a person who can be your next door neighbor, sharing her survival from cancer.
On the radio is a sole voice, sharing the tragedies from Syria. Objective and direct, but deep down there is a pleading for someone to notice, for someone to actually care and take the time to listen.
So while people may think it’s silly to try and break into journalism in this day and age because they believe it’s dead.
Deep down, journalism can never be dead. Because it’s all about life. We just now have to find a new way to let people see it.