Jackson Free Press

Working at JFP is like nothing I ever expected or could have expected. I had the opportunity to choose between the JFP and another Jackson newspaper. While deliberating which paper to choose I decided that working in Fondren would be cool, so I called for an interview. At my interview Maggie asked me what type of stories I would like to write about. Here I was in her office thinking, "Yeah like I really will be writing anything, probably will becoming real friendly with those people at Cups." But I soon realized she really wanted to know what I felt like writing about. I've now been working for a little over a month and I love everything about it. I am actually writing, working on many projects, so I'm not that friendly with the people at Cups.

Anyways one of the best parts about being an intern at JFP is getting to attend the weekly intern class. The first day I listened to Donna for the most part of two hours, but came out feeling like I just read a textbook, front to cover. I can't even imagine everything in the upcoming weeks. What I also find funny about being in the classroom is the impenetrable stare from the one and only Pablo Picasso. He sits near the door in a large black and white photograph. He looks like he is saying, "Hey, hey. I know you are no longer listening." And the little crease on the side of his face pulls his cheek slightly forward and gives an almost ominous smile. I think he tells me this just when I begin to start thinking about random things like what I'm going to do tonight, what do I want to eat, and so on. But as soon as I meet his gaze, I turn my head towards Donna and nod my head. Picasso is glad to know I'm actively listening.

Previous Comments

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132032

Comment

So Picasso's keeping you in line, huh? I used to feel that way about my mom's picture when I was a kid. I felt like she could still see me somehow when she wasn't there, so that kept me from doing something stupid when she wasn't home.

Author

LatashaWillis

Date

2008-07-11T14:42:52-06:00