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Time to reflect… | July 16, 2011

I slept so well last night. I think sleeping in your own bed has that affect on people. After a week of nonstop craziness, I am home from WJMC. It was the experience of a lifetime, seriously. I met so many amazing and talented people. To be honest, I felt like I was in a little over my head at some times.

I’ve come to realize that the journalism and media business is its own community. Everyone knows everyone else. It’s crucial to keep those relationships. I feel like the underlying cause of this conference was to give us a jump-start in knowing our future business associates. I have no doubt that many of the other kids will go on to do great things. I wouldn’t be surprised if in our group of 120 (give or take a few), there is the next ESPN broadcaster, foreign correspondent, or even president!

My friend count on facebook has gone up significantly since WJMC. I even made a Twitter! I will keep up with these people forever. Maybe in ten years I will find myself working with some of them. We can then reflect on how the Washington Journalism and Media Conference is where it all began.

We could talk about how everyone at the conference became so close in a matter of days. We can argue about who was funnier; Hoda Kotb or Dean Flagel. We can discuss how topics on CSPAN have changed since we were on it. We can exchange stories of exploring Capitol Hill. We can relive the Gala, and how it was the perfect ending to such a phenomenol week.


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I am an athlete, a reporter, a redhead, a music-lover, a pet-owner, a reader, a nail-biter, a sister, a daughter, and a friend. I am not an artist, an organizer, a musician, a pushover, a mathematician, high maintenance, or an enemy. I am 17 years old, and my name is Colleen.

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