Day 11 – Mosaic lasts forever!

Hannah Chebeleu, Aysha Rehman and David Early // Photo by Mosaic Staff

Hannah Chebeleu and Aysha Rehman goof around outside the SJSU dorms. // Photo by Mosaic Staff

By Aysha Rehman, Mosaic Staff Writer

As I look back on these past two weeks, I’m surprised they went by so quickly. Not only did this week just slip through my fingers, but I also bonded with 15 other teenagers I never thought I could befriend. I feel like this group has been has been a lot of fun to work with, and I know that after Mosaic truly ends, I will be floating around in denial…because Mosaic lasts forever, at least in our hearts.

I learned a lot about journalism, and how to get up to par with professional writing, skills that will be invaluable when I come back to school this August. I learned how to interact with people completely different than myself, and I saw parts of the city life that really changed my perspective about the kinds of people we have in this world, from the homeless to the rich of the rich.

I suppose one of the most important things I got from Mosaic aside from the skill set to dominate the newsroom was a group of lifelong friends. I can honestly say that these people will be here for me when I need them as I hope to be there for them when they need me. From my roommates to my editors, I feel like everyone has a place in my heart, and I do hope that this is not the end of our time together–I want to see everyone again, at least every once in awhile.

I will forever remember our group hangouts and outings. I will remember rooming with the wonderful not-shy Semira 🙂 I will remember the other girls making my hair and watching High School Musical 2. Most of all I will remember those quiet moments where it seems that everyone is just absorbing the presence of everyone else–because this group couldn’t have been more perfectly put together.

For those who are thinking about applying to Mosaic, when the time comes jump at the chance, because the experience you will have will stick with you For. A. Lifetime. Everything from the technical skills to the social skills, I can definitely say that I’ve become a better writer, as well as a more confident person.

So my dear friends and editors alike, I will miss you all when the time comes to truly say ‘adieu.’ I do hope to see your smiling faces again, even if it means you have to fly over here from Idaho, or drive all the way from Monterey 🙂

This is not the end Class of 2015, Mosaic lasts forever!

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Day 5 – From Idaho to San Jose

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Mosaic staff writer Brady N. Delgadillo enjoys one of San Jose’s finest offerings at Amor Cafe and Tea. // Snapchat by Brady N. Delgadillo

By Brady N. Delgadillo, Mosaic Staff Writer

I sit here in San Jose surrounded by a plethora of Bay Area Kids. All I hear are the words “hella” and “shady” consistently showing up in conversations. Though I am getting slightly tired of their diction, I am happy to be amongst such bright people in a city with an abundance of opportunities.

San Jose State University is located in the heart of downtown San Jose. When I first arrived here from Idaho a few days ago, I was immediately intrigued by the many stores, museums, cafes, and restaurants that downtown San Jose has to offer. At the top of my list of favorite new things I’ve tried here is boba (also known as bubble tea or milk tea with pearls) and CREAM. (My goal is to have boba everyday for the remaining week).

Besides the eclectic local businesses surrounding SJSU, I was surprised to see such a vast variety of people. I come from a small town in Idaho that is dominantly White and Hispanic. However, San Jose is home to Asians, African-Americans, Hispanics, and Caucasians. The diversity in this area is phenomenal and something that I had never been exposed to for long periods of time. Simply seeing and meeting people with different backgrounds is a signal to me of how colossal our world and humanity is. There are simply so many things and lives occurring outside of Idaho that I haven’t discovered. I feel so small in the best possible way because it reminds me of how much more there is to explore.

Being in the city with my new journalist friends has been amazing. I can’t describe the happiness I feel being in a place like this. I love Idaho for it’s scenic nature views and familiar faces, but the city experience I’ve had so far has been one of my most grand experiences yet.

Day 1 – Here we go

Day 1 - Newsroom

By Matthew Pinkney, Mosaic Staff

My first instinct upon walking into Mosaic was strangely neutral.  I was excited, yes, to meet the other reporters and to get moved into the dorm, but it was a strangely muted kind of excitement.  It was excitement mixed with acceptance.  No more “Oh God, what did I get myself into?”  Now, there was only just “Here we go.”

Moving in, I was a little distant, not quite the fast friend I usually am.  Maybe it was just having my parents there doing all the talking for me.  And then some.  I think they were just nervous about giving their little boy up for two weeks.  Like me, except they masked their fear with talking as opposed to my silence.  We took a walk around campus, enjoying the last time we’d be together for a while.

Dinner was about what I expected, a basic buffet with all the reporters and their families.  After getting our food, all the writers sat in a corner and ate, chatted and got to know each other better.  I think it’s fairly safe to say we became good friends even in this short time.

After dinner was a long, long meeting.  We met Joe and Marcos and Leslie, our fearless leaders for the next two weeks.  The parents had their fears assuaged (or re-ignited?) about our safety and we had our fears re-ignited (or assuaged?) about our workload.

Finally, it came time to say goodbye to our parents.  There weren’t any tears or anything dramatic like that.  We just hugged and promised to call and then Mom and Dad left and I joined a group of writers talking.

Then we went up to the lounge.  If that sounds cool, I’m sorry to disappoint you.  It’s a tiny room with a few chairs, a pool table (with no balls or cues), a foosball table (with no balls), a TV (that doesn’t work), and a few vending machines (which might work).

Eventually we all decided to go to bed.  Which resulted in me tossing and turning for the better part of the night.  I set my alarm for 8:00, which would have given me plenty of time to get ready.  By 6, I just gave up on the idea of sleep and read for a few hours.

We got to the newsroom bright and early.  We started writing biographies for our roommates and talked about some story ideas before we broke for lunch.

Lunch was the most exciting part of the day, to be honest.  As we walked off campus and into the city to find a place to eat, we all finally felt like college students for the first time.  Lunch was more expensive than I thought, but it was really fun to hang out with some new friends.

After lunch, we came back to the newsroom and hammered out some story ideas.  Pitching is always the hardest and most nerve-wracking part of journalism.  But, the hard part is probably yet to come.  Oh boy…

A different crowd, A different ambience, A different experience

By Bahaar Muhar // Mosaic Journalism Workshop 

After returning from a horrible dinner, I put on my walking shoes, slipped on my Mosaic badge, and got ready to walk out the door to explore San Jose’s “nightlife.”

We walked around and had our first stop at the Martin Luther King Jr. Library where Joe told us that it’s a great place to come by some time and check out – it would be one of the few places that we could actually go back to on our own.

Then we crossed the lights to Flames. And I thought, “Wait. Flames? That sounds familiar! That logo even looks familiar!”

Joe told us that this was a originally a breakfast place; one of the many Flames. That’s when it clicked. There’s one right by house – but its known for pancakes, not for a nightlife.

We walked through and we stopped at the middle of the place, in front of the bar when the manager came with a worried face towards us. I guess he got concerned since we were a big group.

We then attempted to check out Fahrenheit but they were having a private party so no entrance for us.

Afterwards, we walked around more lively restaurants that would ultimately become night time hangouts in a couple of hours.

One place in particular was really nice. It had beautiful art, was a nice hang out, and had a great aroma. What was it called? No idea.

We stood at the end of the lane of many different nightlife places, peaking through one that had a huge bouncer blocking the way.

We met a guy who came out and told us that it was a great place. He was the third generation to go to that place and after leaving us with a tad bit of knowledge of past crimes and issues regarding San Jose nightlife and lots of alcohol breath, he strolled off on his bike.

We crossed the streets, dragged our feet around, saw regular restaurants and we ended up at a more modern street with more places to eat and more places to hang out. Joe told us more about the crime that once existed in San Jose regarding its nightlife and it was a bit hard to believe that it was actually like that.

The minute I saw the Old Spaghetti Factory, my eyes brightened up; we had been looking for a good place to eat that was local for so long and I finally found something. Still looking forward to going there soon!

Then I read a poster that the world’s best milkshake was at some restaurant to our left and I thought:

“Wait seriously? So many places? And the world’s best is in my neighborhood..”

I guess I’ll have to go try it to know myself.

We continued on and then I lost my appetite for that milkshake.

A guy in a green shirt was bending over with one hand on a lamppost throwing up. Sucks for him. His friends surrounded him and one looked at me as I saw with an awkward smile.

Will this be life after college? Lol

Then we went to the market. Before we entered Joe said it was one of the greatest things that San Jose had ever created and I thought he was exaggerating. But actually, the place was really cool; there was such a cultural mix and so many great places to eat.

The atmosphere was so lively despite it being crowded and then Joe took us right in front of a pastry stand. And that was my favorite part of the evening.

If there was one thing I really really really REALLY wanted after my trip in India was yummy sweets like macaroons, and Joe put them right in front of me. It sucked we couldn’t get any but at least I knew where to come back.

Then we left the street through the empty Sonoma Chicken Coup and Joe said, “We’re a little over halfway done.” And it was a bittersweet feeling; I wanted to be done with the tour because I was so cold and tired but not at the same time cause it was a totally different experience. We walked back and saw a couple more cool nightlife places and then we walked past one of the most beautiful places in all of San Jose.

Being half-awake I don’t remember the name but it was a Cathedral with beautiful architecture. Joe mentioned that it costed a lot to restore it after the earthquake. San Jose had to hire a guy from Italy for 5 years to fix the murals inside.

Then we walked through the famous Fairmont hotel where Obama had come just a month and a half ago but now it reeked of different types of alcohol.

We saw a couple more places but everyone was tired and ready to go home. We started to finally head back to SJSU.

Luisa opened the dorm door and we went in. I took off my shoes and called my mom and told her about almost everything from the tour. I guess I shouldn’t have told my mom. She thinks Mosaic is kinda crazy now – but she thinks a lot of things are. I’m glad I got to explore things with Mosaic and Joe and the gang that I never would have on my own.