tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38128132721394673272011-07-30T10:44:21.816-07:00tue.m.tranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12622968777842240820noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812813272139467327.post-40415624727150440512009-08-23T07:05:00.000-07:002009-08-23T11:26:04.191-07:00So before I have to dash back to Boston for school, I was pleasantly surprised with the opportunity to spend a weekend in Washington, D.C., participating in the thing that I love best: journalism. <div><br /></div><div>It started out horribly when one of the engines of my first plane would not start. We ended up delayed for about an hour and a half, meaning that I would miss my connection flight at O'Hare. Due to having to fly to the Baltimore Washington International Airport and not wanting to spend $75 for a taxi, I had to take the B30 bus to the Greenbelt stop on the Metro, which was at least a half an hour. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I arrived at the Center - about 3 hours after I was supposed to, 13 hours from when I left my home in the morning - everyone was having pizza talking about ethical issues. Everyone at my table was so much more well read than I was quite intimidated. But they were very personable, so I felt as ease.</div><div><br /></div><div>We later talked about photography and videography, and I learned techniques to take interesting pictures and more professional videography.</div><div><br /></div><div>At night, my friend from the same publication and I stumbled upon three other guys who became nice guys to chill with. One even turned out to be my roommate.</div><div><br /></div><div>We walked around D.C. all the way to the Washington Monument in the humidity. The sky was stormy and from a distance, we could see lightning and about 25 seconds later, we heard the thunder. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since I had missed the icebreakers, I decided to ask everyone to name the main progressive issue that makes them Democrats. The more passionate responses were healthcare and education.</div><div><br /></div><div>We ended the night with a quick trip to Burger King for something to drink. And we walked back to the hotel, ready for a good night's sleep, because tomorrow would be a 13-hour day of journalism training.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812813272139467327-4041562472715044051?l=tueminhtran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tue.m.tranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12622968777842240820noreply@blogger.com0