What it’s like to be a reporter

Conducting an interview – must have been beginning of 2016 judging from the haircut!

I love my job, and I’ve been doing it for what feels like a very long time! I get to do such a huge range of things within my role, some of which are amazing, and some of which are extremely tough, but it’s fun.

I wanted to write this article, because it’s coming to the end of a school year, and students across the country will be thinking about what they want to be when they get older. So, I thought I’d tell you all a little bit about what it is that I do.

Anybody who loves a bit of gossip, is sociable and loves going out to events would like being a reporter. But, one of the sad things about being a reporter is you are immediately the ‘bad guy’. You’ve heard people refer to reporters and newspapers as ‘the media’, and it’s not often talked about in a nice way.We are the people who tell the world who has broken the law. We uncover stories about wrongdoings, and although I try to remain unbiased (unless writing an opinion article), there are some news outlets that are biased, and who like to promote particular political parties.

This is because there are real people behind the news we see on TV, hear on the radio, or read in the papers. People who have all sorts of opinions about a wide range of topics.

Of course, we also get to report on things that are lovely, too. Being a reporter, I have had the opportunity to experience a wonderful spectrum of different things. I’m a very keen horse rider – I adore it. And, as part of my job, I had the opportunity to join someone on horseback for a trek up a mountain in north Pembrokeshire, then write about the experience.

This kind of thing is amazing. I love writing, I love horse riding, so combining the two AND getting paid for it is a win for me! I’ve had the opportunity to meet so many different people, and talk to them about their life experiences.

It has definitely broadened my mind, and given me a better understanding of how people live their day to day lives.

And then, there are not so awesome experiences for me. I once had to photograph the attendees at a funeral. A teenager had passed away in a horrific accident, and his funeral was the largest the town had ever seen.

His passing had shocked everybody in the community and everybody was saddened about what had happened. And, unfortunately, it was my responsibility within my job role to write about it (please note I did have permission from the family to report).

Of course, I didn’t pretend to know the teenager. I stood back from the people mourning, but I was noticed by a large number of people. You can’t go to a huge gathering and expect to not be noticed by anyone, can you?

And, even though I didn’t know him, I genuinely felt upset by it. But people who were clearly grieving, understandably thought that what I was doing was horrible, and told me to my face.

I have never done that kind of reporting since, and I’m glad. But the song that played at the end of the funeral I now cannot listen to without remembering that day.

I don’t want to put anybody off wanting to become a reporter. If that’s what you want to do, go for it – but you’ve got to have guts.


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