We Visit The Cornellian
In the last installment of our travel epic, we were at The Cornellian Journalism Conference. Something about that sounds funny to this former co-editor of The Cornellian, like a Paris Hilton Chastity Symposium, but I'm sure things have changed over the years.
There's little in even the best Journalism Conference that appeals to a nine year-old, so we wnadered around the corner into the hallowed offices of The Cornellian itself.
Where our old layout table stood in the analog days were - donuts.
Unguarded donuts. Mmm... thanks, guys!
After such hospitality, it would have been ungrateful to not leave behind the benefits of my hard-earned journastic experience of 25 years ago for the new generation of college journalists. I chose my words carefully:
Yay for The Cornellian!
There's little in even the best Journalism Conference that appeals to a nine year-old, so we wnadered around the corner into the hallowed offices of The Cornellian itself.
Where our old layout table stood in the analog days were - donuts.
Unguarded donuts. Mmm... thanks, guys!
After such hospitality, it would have been ungrateful to not leave behind the benefits of my hard-earned journastic experience of 25 years ago for the new generation of college journalists. I chose my words carefully:
Yay for The Cornellian!
posted by Joe at 5:14 AM
1 Comments:
No sour faced typists in the corner shouting, "F***ing machine to nobody in particular"?
No layout tables required? That was the best bit! Doughnuts are a real step up though. I approve of those!
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