Finally- all 200 photos from graduation are posted online, my bags are all unpacked and I’ve begun changing the profiles on my social media. I am no longer a student at Boston University. Truth be told, I began posting on this blog and transformed it to “Mel Takes Boston” two summers ago to basically give myself the courage I needed to pick myself up from where I was and launch myself forward. I was so scared. I cried almost every other night that summer of 2012 when I decided to transfer into BU. I questioned my decision daily and I feared so much. The people closest to me were concerned about my lavish decision, and that really didn’t help make it any easier. Yet, deep down something in me knew I had to pursue this acceptance and take on Boston University’s College of Communication. You see, my heart was begging for an escape and I never thought that it could fully mend, but not until the last month of my two year journey did it heal. I fell in love. Almost altogether I fell in love with the apartment I lived in and its magical view, the best friends I had at my side almost daily, the fine education I excelled at, the dream that turned itself into a reality with the promise of my first real TV reporting gig and my current leading man. If that wasn’t enough- I fell in love with the kind city that turned out to be not so scary and intimidating after all, I fell for the people and their support, I fell in love with a city in wake of its most painful tragedy. My heart felt so much in the past two years that in the last coming month the most incredible thing occurred. I felt my heart outpour with love.
For all you skeptics- I’ve been trying to shake off my recent love daze, and so I waited before I would write this final post. Yet, somehow I cannot shake this overwhelming feeling off. And it’s so great that I am filled with joy and able to share it. I tend to be an idealist, yet I was raised by a family of realists. I try often to remind myself that it’s impossible for this happiness to continue and that at some point it will end. You see, that’s where the realist side of me is mistaken. People who are realistic are not emotionless. For awhile I was saddened by my upcoming graduation that it was painful to be around me. In my mind I considered the day after I graduated and left Boston that this whole reality would come to an end and I could never get it back. But, after some good counseling with my best friend and lots of prayers and well wishes. I realized that no Melissa, no one is dying after all. BU will continue to exist and the city of Boston will always flourish tulips in the spring. I could stay talking to my friends day after day. I could keep on loving. I can now use my useful education and skills to my advantage. And all that love can be channeled and spread to others. No one has to say a painful goodbye.
The incredible studio apartment I lived in during my last year at BU. I was a Resident Assistant at the beloved Stuvi2 on-campus housing.
And as I try not to make this post a diary entry, I own up to the fact that this whole blog began as just that. It was a way where I could write out my feelings in a presentable fashion and be able to own what I felt. I owned the hard times. I owned the successes and owned the journey. In retrospect this blog was created to solely benefit me, and the fact that today I get hundreds of views on my posts is first of all nice– I deeply appreciate my audience– but more importantly it has shown me that THIS is what I want to do. I want to be able to produce work that inspires others and in turn causes them to act and inspire those around them. I graduated high school in 2010 from John A. Ferguson Senior High after three years as the morning announcements anchor. When I graduated I wanted to be a journalist so I could create positive change in the world. Four years later after two hardworking years at Miami Dade College and two final years at Boston University, I am graduating with the same pursuit. I want to be a journalist because I truly believe that I have the capacity to do good for the world. And there’s really no denying that.
As I move onto my next journey in West Texas. I will be joining the CBS affiliate in Lubbock, TX as a general assignment reporter for their evening newscasts. I am thrilled and ready to take Texas.
Stay tuned, my friends. #MelTakesTexas
From Miami surrounded by my Cuban family I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving or as the proud Miamians will say aloud “Hah-ppy Sans Giving!”
A year ago I turned to this blog monthly to share my experience from moving away or as sometimes I feel abroad (Note: moving out of Miami to anywhere else in the world leaves you feeling abroad as you go through culture shock). I have begun to accept things around me as normal and I am definitely feeling confident and proud as I roam Boston– I really can’t imagine why or when I was ever afraid of belonging. Naturally, after my crazy summer in New York City- not a second was dedicated to blogging my experience other than my Instagram pictures- I returned to Boston with a sense of belonging. A year later, here I am. Laughing at myself for thinking I’d “take Boston” yet, feeling as if I have. In May I will graduate from the beautiful Boston University (because it really is a very, very pretty school). And in just a year I can already notice the transformation it made in my life. As cheesy as this seems to be going, I’ll go there and admit that I am thankful for my education. I feel as if I have been given goggles that allow me to see the world in a way which many can’t. And Amen to that. I hope everyone can at least have a chance to try on these goggles, because what you will see is hard to explain, but how you will think will forever change.
I have an incredible view of Boston’s skyline from my BU apartment. It is very difficult to ever have a bad moment when looking out those windows.
As I lay in my bright purple sheets in my extremely girly room, I of course am thankful for my family. Blessed for their support and their belief in me. I am as always grateful for the colorful community I have around me in my hometown and for the tiny new one I am a part of in Boston.
A portrait of the women in my family including four generations from my mother’s side. (Left to right) My aunt Miriam, cousin Mei-Lyn, little me, great grandmother Ignacia, sister Lilly, cousin Annie, grandmother Mirtha, mom Mayda.
And here’s a shout out to the girl I was a year ago: thank you overly enthusiastic young Melissa for writing these posts and somehow trying to group your feelings. It allows me to never forget the huge decision I made and stuck with for the following two years of my life. Thank you for your courage and fearlessness and the woman you are becoming would have never felt so enlightened if it weren’t for you.
Be grateful, happy thanksgiving xox
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College Media Matters
Below is a listing of the 50 undergraduate journalism programs I consider to be the best in the country at this moment AKA places I would strongly consider enrolling if I woke up tomorrow back in high school. It is the 2013 edition, updated and expanded from my previous list.
The list is not meant to be all-inclusive or objective. As someone who monitors and covers college media and journalism education daily, it is based on nothing more than my personal knowledge of various schools’ and departments’ reputations, faculty, affiliated student media, classes, internship and study abroad connections, and feedback I’ve received in spurts from students and (mostly younger) alums.
It is strongly biased in favor of programs exciting me in the digital journalism realm and in some way aligned with quality campus media and professional publishing opportunities. It is biased against programs I simply do not…
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As of next semester I am officially the new Online Editor for The Daily Free Press, Boston University’s independent newspaper. That link is our website, read it, follow it, subscribe to it!
It’s been three months since my move and I’ve been working for BUTV10‘s show Inside Boston. What I thought would be the easiest thing ever has turned out to be so challenging and yet- addicting. Anyone who knows me, knows my passion for my work is a big part of my life. So, adapting to a new work environment has been exciting and fun, but hard. I have struggled. I have kicked myself with the tri-pod multiple times. Gotten lost late at night in a city with expensive equipment. Figured out useful camera settings directly after interviews. And yet, I keep at it. It’s hard sometimes to see the big picture while working through something. I get it that this knowledge will benefit me so much later. But when your back hurts from hauling equipment, when you’re producing a video that probably only a handful of people will watch, and you’re sacrificing your Friday nights- you stop to wonder what the hell you are thinking. But it’s just that. It’s just that effort that will make you learn.
So here are my current life woes I face reporting in Boston:
- Transportation– I have managed to get lost on the Green line. Honestly, give me a break. I’m tryingggggg.
- Familiarity– “Oh, just meet me at the café after State Street and past the old monument!” …. Umm, I DON’T KNOW WHERE ANYTHING IS!!!
- Camera Work- Yeah, I wish I would have paid attention more to the camera work involved in setting up my million and one stories back in Miami rather than complaining about it… Sorry every camera man I have ever worked with!!!! I appreciate you!
- Weather– still trying to figure out how reporters dress in this weather and don’t freeze… ? Or is freezing just normal/accepted?
Other than that, eventually I will figure out transportation and I will always remember to GET OFF THE E-LINE BEFORE COPLEY. And, probably by next year I will be shouting out strange, incoherent meeting directions to friends. As far as camera work, every single shoot I think I learn something new and all my problems are over… well, once you learn how to fix one problem please keep in mind that there will be other problems that arise. And Boston come at me, things are starting to not phase me. Because if I can work with well brand new people, comunicate easily with my Chinese friend, end up in Lechmere waiting on a T with sketchy people, finally make it home by midnight and be up early the next morning for another shoot— I think I’ll be okay. As far as weather goes, that I may just never get used to…
Hilary and I. We are neighbors, classmates, journalists, quirky, stylish, and friends.
I come home today from work and find this postcard from my new school. The picture my group decided to take is so ugly I love it. I mean look at the guy standing behind the screen.. I told him it would be hysterical if he did that because it was such a GOOD idea… he probably hates me right now. We were all attempting to be creative and not pose traditionally.. after all we are COM students. At least it’s funny. You can sorta spot me, I’m smiling behind the BU sign 😉
The postcard is sweet from my awesome student leader at orientation. It was funny my new friend and I spent the whole time asking him for permission throughout orientation and it turns out we’re older than him (since it was all transfers) LOL… Kellan you rock! See ya soon!
Go Terriers! 2014