Day 10 – Wi-Fi, why did you disappear?

The Wi-Fi panic in the SJSU dorms ended by 9:50 p.m. // Snapchat by Adele Shen

The Wi-Fi panic in the SJSU dorms ended by 9:50 p.m. // Snapchat by Adele Shen

By Jacky Tsang, Mosaic Staff Writer

Deadline is today. Fortunately, I was only up until 1:30 A.M. working on my story.

When I went back to my dorm at 6:30 P.M., I was a little worried for my story; I was confused and I wasn’t sure how to approach. I decided to put it off until I ate dinner. This gave me more time to think and process what I should write about.

However, I faced even more problems afterwards. I was frustrated, and I continued to do more research, which only helped slightly. I finally started after I made the decision to change the angle of my story. But then, the internet shut down, at around 9 P.M., and I fell asleep too since I couldn’t do anything.

I think I fell asleep from frustration because I never fall asleep too early. I guess it was because the story was due the very next day in the morning, and I didn’t even have a single word down. And having no wifi rendered me useless, and I was really mad. In a world with internet, it’s hard to go a day without it, especially if you need it to risk getting yelled at by your editor.

At around 11 P.M., I woke up, with news from my dorm mates that the internet came back. I worked quickly and rapidly, editing at the same time. I polished and corrected and made sure my story made sense.

Finally, at 1:30am, I finished. I decided not to sleep because I just didn’t want to. I wanted to watch something on Netflix, but I recently finished watching my favorite T.V. show, Scandal, so I didn’t know what to do.

Actually, when I finished Scandal, my life felt empty and I seriously didn’t know what to do. At the same time, I’m glad I finished it before yesterday night’s frustration. I would’ve been too distracted watching Scandal rather than doing my work.
Anyways, working under deadline wasn’t too bad. I finished on time, and I could’ve gotten a good night’s sleep, but I decided to watch YouTube videos afterwards. Honestly, I waste a lot of time doing nothing, and I really should spend time with these people because we’re all leaving soon in less than three days.


Day 10 – Deadline

Mosaic reporters Adele Shen and Brady N. Delgadillo hitch a ride on the Muni during the staff trip to San Francisco. // Photo by Adele Shen

Mosaic reporters Adele Shen and Brady N. Delgadillo hitch a ride on the Muni during the staff trip to San Francisco. // Photo by Adele Shen

By Brady N. Delgadillo, Mosaic Staff Writer

Wednesday, June 24th, 2015 marks the official deadline for Mosaic. Some are in tears while others are just happy to be done. Personally, tears have been streaming down my face this morning. As I am writing this, I am wiping away a flow of tears before they can hit my keyboard and cause water damage. The stress levels have been so high to the point that I am doubting my future career goals. I suppose I will have to move to plan B: opening a Filipino restaurant.

Kidding. Though reaching the deadline has been stressful, I was able to have both my stories in. Last week, I doubted that my stories would ever evolve into something worth reading, but now I can’t wait to see them printed on Friday. My stories consisted of evaluating the impacts of San Jose’s ban on bags and a feature story on an adult ESL class.

I am truly looking forward to reading all of my peers/friend’s articles. The only downside of this is that Mosaic is almost over.

We have come a long way since the first time when we brainstormed our story ideas. Since then, we have learned an abundance of journalistic skills that would not be possible to learn elsewhere. Mosaic has given us a unique opportunity to be real journalists. It has been a major bonding experience so far. On Sunday, we took Caltrain to San Francisco and walked around the city. We went to a fortune cookie factory, watched a break dance performance, and even met three Irish men. The experience we had in SF will be one to remember.

Now, we just wait for print day on Friday.

Due day, red marks, and anxiety overload


By Talia Moore // Mosaic Staff Writer 

My alarm sounds at 7:45 AM, yet I decide to doze off for a good 30 minutes more. I awake and realize the day has finally come, the infamous first drafts are due. The morning starts off with our daily talk about the paper and with great excitement Jacinta’s photo of Michael Phelps appears in the paper! Sharon then goes on to describe the essence of a lead and nut graph. I’m a little frantic, for my article contains a basic intro and nothing else and I have a mere 3 hours to complete a draft.

On the upside I completed over 10 interviews for my article previous to today and it’s time to bring the passionate words of teachers, parents, and students alongside the abrupt attitudes of a teacher union representative all together .  As I get to work in front of the finicky Dell computer that enjoys freezing on me, I stress myself out with low expectations of my draft and little confidence in all the words coming out cohesively onto pape. To make matters worst Kelly interrupts my writing flow meaning to press the mysterious red button in front of her computer that manages to turn mine off.  Just my luck.

I hit yet another bump in the road, not only is it crunch time but I have over 900 words in my draft.  I struggle to keep my writing concise and thrive on all the extra fluff words.  It’s like a safety net, and I don’t want to cheat any of the people I interviewed out of what they said. Nevertheless, the learning process of what’s necessary and what can be discarded from the story is in the near future when my paper get covered in red ink.

While most aren’t a fan of red ink all over their writing, I appreciate the critique. There is always room for improvement and the overflowing of red words throughout a paper is exciting.  I break for lunch and head to Whispers for lunch. Craving crepes I dig into a plate of savory goodness.  I literally am so close to faceplanting my head into my food from sleep deprivation. I manage not to do so and we head back to the lab. Quickly Sharon goes over my story with me and the anticipated agony escapes me.  To my surprise, the edits needed to be made aren’t so terrible after all.



Kelly Chang // Mosaic Staff Photographer

Kelly Chang // Mosaic Staff Photographer

By Corine Forward // Mosaic Staff Writer

Tomorrow is deadline. Wait, let me reiterate that, TOMORROW IS DEADLINE!!

You can hear, see and even feel the focus and intensity in the newsroom. Fingers typing away, the clicking of heels running in and out, Red Bull cans and Coffee cups filling the trash cans – it is definitely the day before deadline alright.

But knowing that my story has to be in tomorrow was not the scariest feeling I had today – Sean Webby was. If I have never been so close to pee in my pants before, today was the day. He played the most intimidating, horrifying, gruesome role in our workshop on interviewing today.

At first, there was a press conference where one of the reporters and photographers from each team newspaper would go in and report on the breaking news they received.

Seeing the faces of all the reporters and photographers when they came out, made me think I was going to die. I saw someone crying!

All I could think was, “I’m going to enter that room and I might not ever come out…”

Even Elliot said it!

“Gee wiz Corine, what have you gotten yourself into!”

We find out that a woman has killed a man and the specifics are still under investigation.

Then Adriana gets a call. She misses it.

Shoot, we’re toast now. How are we ever going to get any information?

She calls back, no answer.

The phone rings again. She passes the phone to Cerys, Cerys gives it back saying you’re the reporter who left her number with them, you have to answer.

Adriana answers with a hesitant hello and Elsa, the alleged killer answers.

“He molested my daughter! What reason more did I have!”

Oh my, oh my, we had a story now!

Then I enter the room. I ask to speak to the molested daughter. But Seam Webby acting as the brother of the deceased man angrily replies, “There is no daughter.”

All I can think is “no daughter! What in the world!!”

I just start firing questions at him, some he doesn’t answer and some he does but boy was he mean.

Then I think, “Well duh Corine, his brother just died!”

He kicks me out and as I close the door behind me I think, “WTF I forgot to ask his name!”I return to my team with Marili and we describe everything. I hear another group say his name is Frank and then Cerys starts typing away. We write our hard news story in a mere 14 minutes, print it out, and rush it over to the persistent Elliot demanding these news stories.

We all go back into the room to evaluate how we did in the exercise. He says we all did good! And he was NOT as mean as he acted out to be. He was a really intriguing and helpful journalist that informed us of great techniques to use when interviewing and reporting.

The “touch” method really stuck with me. He told us that by simply shaking people’s hand before bombarding them with questions can open up a better line of communication.

So I went out to Santana Roe and did just that. Out of every person who I shook hands with, I got a great interview out of!

Thanks Sean!

Now, back to my story.

It’s going to be a looooooong night.