I arrived at the John Joseph Moakley United States Courthouse at 8 a.m. to photograph the going-ons of the first day of the trial of Boston Marathon bombing suspect Dzohkar Tsarnaev. At 4:30 p.m. I was the last student standing, and I was standing on a snowbank glanced by a Boston Globe staff photographer on one side and a Reuters photographer on the other, pondering the likelihood of developing frostbite. As the trial ended for the day, most of the photographers went to sit in Starbucks to file their photos with a cup of coffee in their hands. Lucky them. I ran to South Station to catch a train back to campus to make it to the newsroom of the Daily Free Press by 5:30.
At 3 a.m. I finally left to go home for the first time in those 19 hours, having edited not only my own photos from the courthouse that day, bu also the courtroom sketched (the first time we’ve had a sketch artist on staff!) and photos for the other stories going into Thursday’s print edition.
I was up at 8 a.m. the next day for class.
Though being a student journalist isn’t always easy, it’s always worth it. There’s nothing more gratifying than holding your work in your hands and seeing history unfold. Though the circumstances of this trial are tragic, it is a historical and proud time to be a journalist in Boston.