write a lede summarizing your first week at medill

don't forget who what where why when...




A purveying sense of camaraderie and expectation defined the first week of the Winter 2010 Medill MSJ program, said Carolyn at its close.

The professors, she found, were generally of impressive pedigree and proved to be as enthusiastic about their guidance as their storytelling of past days.

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Driving wind and water-heavy snow did little to diminish the mixture of thrill, fear, and expectation of Carolyn’s first week at Medill.

The longest week of her life began Jan. 4, 2010, as the 31-year-old masters student found herself, after nearly a decade of analyzing profitability and streamlining processes for Fortune 500 companies, constantly re-calibrating in her social negotiations with fellow students still damp with undergraduate exertions while she strived to maintain focus on academics.

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Efficiency, observed a newly minted journalism masters student Carolyn, was not a priority for the seasoned journalist.

The decade she spent counting minutes, streamlining processes, and driving profitability was abruptly turned on its head with her first week at the Medill School of Journalism, which commenced Jan. 4, 2010. In its place was a shocking disregard for organization and the concept of informed preparation. She knew immediately that she had made the right decision.

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It was possible, graduate student Carolyn concluded on Friday, to experience simultaneous and competing currents of excitement, fear, extreme discomfort, awe, and joy for five consecutive days and emerge relatively unscathed.

A newly minted student at the Medill School for Journalism, Carolyn said she realized that she had finally found her tribe after decades of uncertainty during a lecture by a highly-regarded professor which effectively melded sage wisdom and copious expletive usage.