That's just what we need! (open to Bugle members)
Sept 15, 2011 22:44:49 GMT -5
Post by Zoe Clementine on Sept 15, 2011 22:44:49 GMT -5
Paging through the rough copies of The Bugle's pre-print publication, she scanned the titles of the entries. From opinions on cafeteria food to the cutest fashions of the week, there wasn't that much to be said about the great in-depth quality of the paper, and unfortunately, Zoe felt that there was definitely something missing. There had to be something that went along the lines of this sort of newspaper that would give something more to the readers, to get more community involvement with all of them. She'd seen far too many crumpled up papers lying on the grounds of classrooms, forgotten or hardly fingered through bits and bobs of the Bugle. This wasn't any good, and if there were anyone for the job of fixing this, Zoe knew that she was the one, despite what anyone else had to say about it.
Combing through her hair as she often did when she was thinking hard, she thought about what she could possibly do for these guys. They could do more announcements, set up student involvement sections for the other various groups of student organizations around campus, but that might mean (in the real world, at least) that they would have to pay for those sections. But then that got nasty and complicated, and knowing how things usually panned out, it wouldn't end up happening in the end.
There had to be something....
And then, bam! It hit her. If she was going to be the one to get this done, then she would single-handedly take on this task. An advice column. It would be about anything that anyone wanted to know, and all they had to do was ask away! It could be confidential, or public, depending on what they wanted, and she'd do her best to answer them. She didn't know that much about real love, but she could always make it up. After all, that's what journalists did most of the time when they didn't have all the information they needed. This was going to be perfect!
But one thing before she could get too excited, she needed to get this approved by the staff. Walking up to his office, which actually only comprised of a bigger desk than what the rest of them had to work with, and a few more baubles than she wished to have around her when she was at work, Zoe walked up confidently to his desk, waiting to gain his attention. After a few moments, she cleared her throat and requested, "Mr. Collins, might I have a word with you? I think I know how to revamp this newspaper, but I want to bring it up with you first." She stood there, stiff and straight as a board; this meant real business, of which she would see fixed and assembled as soon as possible.
Combing through her hair as she often did when she was thinking hard, she thought about what she could possibly do for these guys. They could do more announcements, set up student involvement sections for the other various groups of student organizations around campus, but that might mean (in the real world, at least) that they would have to pay for those sections. But then that got nasty and complicated, and knowing how things usually panned out, it wouldn't end up happening in the end.
There had to be something....
And then, bam! It hit her. If she was going to be the one to get this done, then she would single-handedly take on this task. An advice column. It would be about anything that anyone wanted to know, and all they had to do was ask away! It could be confidential, or public, depending on what they wanted, and she'd do her best to answer them. She didn't know that much about real love, but she could always make it up. After all, that's what journalists did most of the time when they didn't have all the information they needed. This was going to be perfect!
But one thing before she could get too excited, she needed to get this approved by the staff. Walking up to his office, which actually only comprised of a bigger desk than what the rest of them had to work with, and a few more baubles than she wished to have around her when she was at work, Zoe walked up confidently to his desk, waiting to gain his attention. After a few moments, she cleared her throat and requested, "Mr. Collins, might I have a word with you? I think I know how to revamp this newspaper, but I want to bring it up with you first." She stood there, stiff and straight as a board; this meant real business, of which she would see fixed and assembled as soon as possible.
