The Urban Jungle…err…Fondren

I guess the best place to start is the beginning. On my first day, I was nervous and uncertain about my decision to intern at the Jackson Free Press. I did not have much journalism experience, and I was petrified that I was going to make a fool of myself. Unsure of the dress code, on my first day, I decided that I could not go wrong with semi-formal. Walking through the front door, I was greeted with the smiling faces of Sage and Ronnie. This was the auspicious sign for which I was searching telling me that I had made the correct decision.

Greeting the staff with Sirs and M’ams, I quickly learned that such blasphemy would not be accepted at the JFP lol. I was surprised at the casual and familial setting that the JFP was offering; however, in retrospect, I realize that it was the first name precedent set on the first day that aided me in conquering my anxiety. The most exciting aspect for me was being able to actually meet the personalities of the JFP. Since my Sophomore year, I have been reading the discussions on a plethora of issues at the JFP website, and I was thrilled to discover that the people behind the screen name were just as galvanizing in person.

Now, regarding the Urban Jungle that is Fondren lol, I have begun to discover and love the liveliness of this Mecca. On the drive to the JFP, I pass the construction of Duling School and Fondren Place, and I am always filled with hope, excitement, and inspiration of the renaissance of both Fondren and Jackson. I love the convenience of Cups, and there is nothing similar to the tranquility I feel when watching the hustle and bustle of automotive and foot traffic outside the JFP window. I, often, fill my imagination with short narratives for these anonymous strangers and the errands they are trying to complete, and my heart was filled with joy and gaiety when I say the man with the umbrella hat working on the roof of Jerusalem Café lol.

Similar to the other interns that posted before me, I was surprised and elated that the JFP thrust me into the action of an alternative weekly. I have been given lessons that stretch my comfort zone, i.e. making phone calls to strangers, develop my skills as a writer, and even taught me the deplorable sin of email interviews.

Seeing the staff running to the next story, eagerly typing an in-depth narrative, but always having time for a smile and a cup of coffee, I know that the JFP is a great way to spend my summer.

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