A couple weeks ago I got a strange call.
On the other end was one of my friends, asking a question I didn’t anticipate.
His daughter was working on a class project. Within that project, they needed to interview someone in Worthington who had an interesting job.
They were wondering if I would be interested in doing it.
I had to listen to the message twice.
Me? Really? Interesting?
I agreed. A few days later I got a call from Rachael to set up a time to go in for the interview.
She said it would be an on-camera interview. It was part of a project where they would perform an interview. From there, there was a possibility of it being on Trojan News.
I wasn’t nervous about being on camera — I do that quite often.
But what I wasn’t sure about was if my job was truly interesting.
Once the interview was underway, I realized those fears weren’t justified.
In fact, journalists have a pretty interesting job.
We get to know things. We get to ask the questions. We get to find out answers. We get to talk to people that others only dream of.
A not-so-recent study may have said being a journalist was one of the worst jobs in the world.
I have to disagree. I think we have the best.
Where else do you get to deliver news? Where else do you get to have a random question that leads to a story.
Where else do you have the opportunity to see your name in print?
You are reading this because I am a journalist. Otherwise, I’m just another random face in the crowd.
As the interview continued on, I realized what made this job interesting. It’s the ability to know a little bit about everything.
I can sit down and talk with a coach about how their football team is going to be this year. I can turn around and talk to a politician about what the American response should be in Syria.
Granted, I can’t tell that coach if he should run a 3-4 defense or stay with a 4-3. Nor could I tell that politician the ins and outs of the dynamics of the Syria situation. And I’m OK with that.
The one question that got me was if I ever think about what other people think about what I write.
The answer is not really. I used to. Not anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m getting old. Or realize it doesn’t bother me much.
I don’t know if my interview made it on Trojan News.
But even if it didn’t, I hope the group of three ladies received a good grade for their project.
As for me, it was nice to have a reminder just how great it is to be a journalist.