My first day at the Missourian was not what I expected. From what I understood, "orientation" was from 9-2. I naively assumed we'd just go over the syllabus, learn how things work, get comfortable. Oh no. About an hour into so-called orientation, it turned into our first budget meeting and we got our assignments. I ended up heading to Centralia to cover a fifth-grade field trip/Civil War reenactment. Turns out the battle was actually the next day, and then the actual reenactment got rained out. It didn't take long for me to discover that getting quotes from 11-year-olds is like pulling teeth. But somehow, amazingly, with the help of Jeanne's editing and some insightful quotes from some older people in attendance, I managed to scrap together a story while still keeping the focus on the kiddos.
At any rate, I guess that was more exciting than a regular old, uneventful orientation.
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