Author Archives: Savannah Richards

Chapter 1 RR: Simple, Not Simplistic

Keep it simple. That is the main message that I got from this chapter. Journalists are tasked with telling a story, accurately, in as few words as possible. It makes sense that cutting out all unnecessary words and phrases would help journalistic writers meet their deadlines. As a concept, it’s not exactly rocket science, but I can see how we are trained in literature classes to make our writing as wordy and over-done as possible in order to make ourselves sound educated. You don’t need to be wordy to sound informed. Why use 500 words to give information that could be conveyed in 50?

This chapter reminded me of a time I was told that Journalistic writing in like dealing with real estate. You’ve only got so much room to work with. There’s only so much space on a page, and a skillful journalistic writer knows how to best utilize this space to get their point across without too many extra words. Arguably, the most important piece of space to be utilized is the front of the house, because it is the first thing people see. Similarly, the lede is the first little sample of your writing that the audience gets to read. If it doesn’t grab their attention, then the rest of what you’ve written is pointless.


Savannah Richards: tale of a time traveler

The existence of aliens, bigfoot, and ghosts have always been highly debatable topics for me. However, the existence of time travel is one thing I adamantly believe in. The reason is simple: I myself am a time traveler.

I’ve found that the past has always been a very interesting terrain that I enjoy exploring. While I may not have a mythical machine to zap me backward across space-time, I’ve somehow found myself wandering through ancient cities often in my lifetime. I have an affinity for falling through gaps in the pages of ancient Greek historical texts and being sucked into Egypt through the screen of a documentary, somehow managing to forget my passport every time. This peculiar skill manifested after I began learning classical– read: dead–languages such as Latin. I did, however, remember to bring a passport when I went to Italy with a Latin group my sophomore year of high school. Walking through the streets of Rome is enough to give a girl whiplash, as she can be walking down a perfectly modern street, then turn a corner and run smack into an Egyptian pyramid. Yes, you heard correctly folks. There is a pyramid in Rome.

My present is a pleasant place to be and holds just as much mystery as the future, despite my compartmentalization complex which drives me to schedule everything down to the last half-second. I’m a Mass Communications major at Piedmont College, a student worker, and a Track and Field athlete. Despite my best efforts to keep organized, not even a time-traveler can control the waves of life, and I have to relax and go with the flow when the tides turn. This is a lesson I learned whilst making my way to Piedmont. I quite like money, and lament to say that I’ve never had much of it. This became quite an obstacle to getting in college, but I knew that Piedmont was the right fit for me, so I worked hard and left the rest up to faith. That’s what I am doing currently.

On my trips to the future, I’ve been a passenger rather than the captain steering the ship. Tiny hands gripped the wheel, but I’d been granted the privilege to stand by as a navigator. Through volunteer work as a Life Group teacher at First Baptist Church of Snellville, as well as working in Children’s Ministry and at Davis Martial Arts Studio, I have been able to connect with hundreds of children. The opportunity to hear the stories of so many kids has both broken my heart and strengthened it, but mostly it has given me hope for what the world will become. They have inspired me to snatch up my own dreams, because if a child can push through all of the boundaries placed in front of them and remain unshaken then I should follow their example. I want to encourage everyone to reach through their own struggles toward the stars. Per aspera ad astra!