The assignment for this week in my "Writing and Reporting I" class is to have an adventure. It's a reward for all the hard work my class has done over the past semester.
And I have to thank my blog writing and Seton Hill's million reflection papers for making me so comfortable with writing in first person for the first time this semester.
I'll admit the topic I picked could be uncomfortable to talk about, particularly because we have to say why we picked this topic, but I think I could flesh out a couple of ideas here.
So what is this illusive topic I keep referring to? What is my upcoming adventure? Is it another trip to Maine? Another garbage picking endeavor?
No. The criteria for the class is that it is something one has never done in New York City, and I've laid down the criteria that it must be something I have never done anywhere.
I'm young. That shouldn't be hard, right? It wasn't, but I wanted to do something extraordinary for my adventure, something in which I -- the crazy Bronx journalist -- would squirm to do.
Okay, so I had a few options. Yoga classes. Blah. A pub crawl. Um, writing might be a little difficult after...would I remember anything? Try out subway performing. Maybe, someday, but not right now, I don't even have a guitar.
And then something occurred to me. Back home I wanted options. I wanted a lot of them. Now I have them, in practically everything. Transportation: Subway, car, bus. Soap: Dove, Caress, Softsoap. Food: Eat in--pbj or out: Ethiopian, Pakistani, Chinese, Homestyle, Diner, Italian. And one more option that I'm growing to notice, now that the semester is winding down: men.
There are simply more men in this city than in little Mount Pleasant. So, in the spirit of Amanda adventure, I signed myself up for speed dating.
I can't think of a better thing for me to do, especially because I haven't dated in quite a while because of school. I think it might be fun to try this out. Who knows, as the director of the speed dating program said, I might mix a little business with pleasure.
The only (no, the biggest) thing I'm nervous about is the ethical concerns of quoting and including people in my piece without them knowing that I'm a journalist. I cleared the matter with the director, but as for the men involved, we'll have to see how things go. I'm not even sure how I'm going to capture the night in notes.
And then there's the concern of what to wear because I'm not sure if I should dress a certain way to make a certain impression, or if I should ask the female director how to dress because I want "the typical" speed dating experience to truly understand the dating method.
Wish me luck, folks. Next week I'm dating New York style -- fast.
*And by the way, family, friends and people who read my blog, please don't be too concerned. I'll have my cell phone and an arsenal of friends on speed dial if my speed date experience gets tricky.*Posted by Amanda Cochran at December 1, 2007 9:21 PM | TrackBack