College students, at UB and warmer universities, are all-too-familiar with the meet-and-greet process that saturates the first two weeks of classes. It goes something like this:
“Hey! My name is John Anybody and I am a senior English/ junior Media Studies/ super-senior Culinary Miming major. My favorite hobbies are sleeping, eating, Greco-Roman wrestling and brushing my teeth. I listen to Rush and nothing else.”
Repeat that around thirty times, read a syllabus, then have it reread to you in a monotone, and you will have more than a general idea of what I’m talking about. Therefore, I am willing to bet that the students reading this don’t particularly care about my name, major, year and especially my “writing career,” but, as this is what the assignment requires, you’ll just have to indulge me:)
My name is Nate Fulk, and I’m a senior English major. This is my seventh semester at UB, and my first writing for The Spectrum; I am taking this class so I can have some idea what I’m getting myself into. Now do you feel enlightened in any way? Is this a story that you’ve never heard before?
Of course not. Aside from their journalistic accomplishments, journalists are generally not the most interesting people. At least not interesting enough where I want to watch a TV show about them. According to The SBJ Code of Ethics, “The duty of the journalist is… seeking truth and providing a fair and comprehensive account of events and issues.” In short, we should talk about the truth, not about ourselves, nor the details of Geraldo Rivera’s moustache snafu. I would rather discuss what’s going on in journalism than who is practicing it, but I’m willing to wait to do so, and I’m looking forward to it.