I started my first day with a sense of trepidation… Unlike my usual organised self, I hadn’t visited the newspaper’s office before my internship started. Luckily, a drawling American noticed my indecision when I got off the train (I was eeny-meeny-miny-moing whether to go right or left) and gave me directions. “You see that crane(…)

Teachers, family, friends, esteemed guests and fellow journalists, This speech was possibly the hardest piece of writing I have had to do all year. After all, how could I do justice to the past year without making any style or grammar mistakes? And should I use the inverted pyramid style? Or go for a punchy(…)

As you walk into Megan Lloyd’s glass-walled office, you know you are in the presence of someone who has made it. A room with a view, one wall is covered with the front page of past Sunday Mails while every desk surface is hidden under three inches of paper. Megan Lloyd herself, the Sunday Mail(…)

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight… For the past two days, I have volunteered at a community radio station down at Victor Harbor (a beach town about an hour out of rAdelaide). Now, while it hasn’t been as intense as my two week internship at the sunday paper, it certainly has been interesting(…)

My final two days passed in a whirlwind of learning curves, successes, failures and phone calls. Thursday night my sister had dragged me shopping, a horror all to its self. But on the upside, I was able to swagger into the office on Friday with lovely new shoes. So with my feet feeling rather pretty,(…)

It’s almost the end of my internship and I think I’m well and truly settled in.  I mean, I still get nervous and everything, but I generally feel like I know what I’m doing.  Huzzah!  Wednesday I was able to steal a whole 40 minutes from the editor and managed a hard-hitting interview.  She was(…)

KABLAM! My morning began with a bang – the roll of defeaning thunder and the ensuing  hail storm immediately dampening the day’s prospects. Nevertheless, by the time I left the house, the sun was peeping out from behind the clouds and I felt brave enough to leave the house without a jacket. On reaching the(…)

Despite popular belief, journalists aren’t hard-hitting, cynical beings determined to chase down a story at all costs. Okay, well maybe they are a little bit. But, in general, they are extremely kind and helpful. Although a little prone to gossip (a necessary trait for a journalist!), the people I have met this week are extremely(…)

Guys! Today was awesome! After tiptoe-ing around the office for the past two days, I made several resolutions last night… 1. Actually leave the office — eating lunch at your desk is lame and looks like you have no life. 2. Befriend as many people as possible. 3. Talk to the editor. 4. Finish my(…)

It isn’t in many professions that Tuesday is the first day of the working week. But I guess that’s just one of the differences between a Sunday paper and a regular weekly. Today signalled my first day of my second internship, practically making me an expert in the interning field. So why did I have(…)

Doctor Zhivago Musical QPAC, July 28 2011 performance Based on an iconic book and epic three hour movie, the musical adaptation of “Doctor Zhivago” has a lot to live up to. After all, song and dance would not be the first choice for many to convey the loneliness, individualism and ideology explored in Boris Pasternak’s(…)

“We’re trying this new fad called jogging. I believe it’s jogging or yogging. it might be a soft j. I’m not sure but apparently you just run for an extended period of time. It’s supposed to be wild.” Much like Ron Burgundy, I have discovered jogging. Every afternoon, I pull on my sneakers, don an(…)