Sunday, 20 October 2013

"Waiting for the tap on the shoulder"



This is a continuation of the "The day I met Peter Hitchener" story, but this is my completed assignment for uni. Enjoy. 



"Waiting for the tap on the shoulder"


The clouds filled the sky. I was hidden beneath Docklands high risers with not much in my sight. It was pouring with rain and everyone was looking for cover. The newly built Channel 9 building stood tall and statuesque between the modern buildings in the developing epicentre. Beneath the shining logo huddled journalists, producers, directors and a few passers-by. Several journalists in their black suits ran inside to be sheltered from the rain. I followed. The elevator doors across from the security desk burst open, out sprung a man in his 60s in gym clothes with drops of sweat rolling down his cheek. This was the face of Channel 9 news, Peter Hitchener.

The echoing sounds of a news anchor calling my name across the empty foyer sounded exactly the same as we hear every night on TV, strong but warm. He welcomed me with the biggest smile, ear to ear. I followed him behind the large black sliding doors of Channel 9. Peter pointed out how "cool" those doors were, new installations in the redesigned building. The inside of Channel 9 was surprisingly dark. On our left was the set of children's programme 'Kids WB.' Set designers were hustled together preparing for the filming of new episodes. On the right were numerous conference rooms.

Peter directed me into one of those large conference rooms, with dark walls and bright dangling lights over our heads. "Would love these in my house," Peter explained. "Probably too dangerous if they would fall, " he chuckles. The table we sat at was long and weirdly shaped. "These tables are great, no head of the table," Peter said. It was obvious that he liked them. After grabbing a coffee, Peter made sure our seats were equal, "for eye contact" purposes he said. Then we began.

From humble beginnings in Texas, in the sunny state of Queensland, life began simply and grew to a long and fulfilling career. In that small town of Texas, with a population of less than 700 today, and fewer in the 1950’s, Peter was one of only a few children in the country town. “Back then life was fairly isolated, we only got newspapers a few times a week, certainly not on the day they were printed” he said. For the average kid Peter listened to more news and read more newspapers than any other child his age, and this is where his love for journalism blossomed.

Peter described his curiosity in journalism as “an unhealthy interest in it,” which for him has created a lifetime career that he “never want(s) to leave, until they (Channel 9) tap me on the shoulder and tell me to go. How our public life or crime was reported interested me” he began to explain. An interest that fuelled his career.

The conference table began to shake, I glanced over the table and sitting directly in the middle of a pile of papers sat Peter's iPhone, it was vibrating. Obviously someone wanted to contact him, as it continued on for several seconds. My eyes darted over to the phone and then back to him, trying to make a subtle sign that I didn't mind if he answered. He didn't bat an eyelid. So engulfed in the retelling of chasing stories he was unable to be distracted, as there was only one thing on his mind.

As a radio announcer in 1965 at Brisbane radio station 4BH, Peter chased his own stories, wrote, and edited them in the car before getting back to the station to present them. He followed the Vietnam War anti-conscription protests and got "accredited to go to the news conferences" when US President Lyndon B. Johnson (LBJ) came to Australia. "Unfortunately he didn't make it to the conference" laughed Peter. But he got to report on the "cavil cade of cars" LBJ brought with him on his visit. This time in Peter's life was filled with a lot of learning on the job as well as "making mistakes, " which Peter believed was better to do earlier than later.

Within Peter's career at Channel 9, celebrating his 40th year with the company earlier this year, he worked with two of the greats in the news business. Sir Eric Pearce and Brian Naylor were two of Peter's previous bosses and mentors who helped shape his career. That is one of the reasons Peter marks the telling of the nation of Brian and Moiree Naylor's deaths in the Black Saturday fires in 2009 as the hardest bulletin he has had to read. The two news bosses had completely different leadership styles and personalities, but "both knew a lot about communicating the news," said Peter.

Sir Eric Pearce was a "huge star," who was greatly respected within the community. "If he knew someone was struggling he would send them a check for a few dollars" explained Peter, laughing to himself about how times have changed. Brian Naylor was a "family man" and had a lot more on his plate, regarding news production and his farm in Victoria. Both so different but had the same drive to communicate the news and connect with an audience, something that Peter continues to do today.

The sun peered in through the crack between the blinds and the window, as the clouds began to open up above us. A sign I believe. In an industry fuelled by money and ratings, not one single negative or egotistical word exited Peter's mouth.

Peter is not just a media personality but a rare gem who braves our televisions each night, not fazed by the celebrity status we assign him; he will continue to reign as the face of Channel 9 until he gets the inevitable "tap on the shoulder."


Saturday, 12 October 2013

Bali



Seat belt signs turned off. IPhone’s turned on. We were here.

One step off the plane and the humidity hit me, right in the face. We were here.

Standing on the tarmac, I looked around, it smelt different but looked familiar, like we had been here before.

5 small men ran towards us, the biggest smiles you have ever seen, so infectious you just had to smile back. They were here to help we thought, Dad thought differently, they wanted money. We were here.

It took 1 hour to reach our destination. We passed city lights and streetlights, pastures and cornfields, this place was unlike anything, and everywhere was green.

I woke up to motorcycles zooming past, one man steering, three children piled onto the same bike, to me this was danger, to them this was normal.

The windy, weathered streets got to me, to my stomach that was. We gawked at the locals, and they too stared back, they were used to our arrival, we were not.

The car suddenly stopped, the security officer got his flash light out and pointed it within the car, we smiled and he continued on. He searched for bombs, I presume, under the car with a mirror on a stick. This was all before we got let into our sanctuary.

We were here.


What you should have been told about completing VCE



1. Breathe. Just Breathe. It will be all over soon! I promise.

2. ATAR scores are not the be all and end all. Your school will tell you that they are. Ignore them.

3. It is difficult to have a social life and school life. But do it anyway. Sometimes you will have 3 parties in one weekend, go to all of them.

4. Start summarising the theory from each class every week. I promise you that you will thank me later. I left it to the last month, yeah about that.

5. Take advantage of your teachers becoming your friends. When they like you, they will help you more and more.

6. This will be the last year you won't have to organise times to see your friends. All your closest friends are there every recess and every lunch. Make sure you remember these times, as they are swiftly forgotten.

7. You really should pick your subjects for year 12 taking into consideration if they get marked up or down. For me, I found this out the hard way. When all of your subjects get marked down it is not fun.

8. Use most of your free periods (study periods) to actually study, alone. If you are anything like me, sitting with your group of friends, who mutually decide to study together, it never really turns out that way.

9. You will become jealous of how other people in your year are doing in class. And the worst one is finding out their ATAR's, you will probably think to yourself, "Oh I should have studied like her," but don't worry the ATAR's mean NOTHING in the long run.

10. Year 12 is the best year of high school. Everyone says that it is the worst. That is because at the pointy end it really is the worst. But in year 12 everyone comes together, everyone becomes friends and this is the year of the best house parties.

Friday, 11 October 2013

The day I met Peter Hitchener...



My dad told me to leave 1 hour early, now I did think that leaving one hour early was just leading me into being extremely early. I am one of those people who are always early, I am never late.

The day came. I sat on my porch, thinking about what I was going to say, what could I do to stand out. I did begin to doubt myself, and the negative thoughts came rushing into my head. Imagine if it all went wrong and I ended up looking stupid. Quickly those thoughts went when I started driving, it is funny how that always happens, you never feel nervous or anxious when you start doing something.

The drive took my 10 minutes. Thanks Dad!

I had already been to the location before, I made my friend come with me the day before to make sure I knew exactly where I was going, especially because the carpark was supposedly hidden, even though we did find it quite easily the day before.

I sat in my car for 15 minutes, stuffing some Apricot Bites I found at the bottom of my bag into my mouth, trying to sustain myself, as I didn't know how long this was going to take.

Being 15 minutes early is quite reasonable I thought. I stumbled out of the car, but reached back in to the car to brush my hair, do not ask me why.

"Hi, I am here to see Peter Hitchener, oh my name is Georgia Callahan," I said while profusely smiling at the security man.

"He isn't here yet, just take a seat."

I had just had a coffee so buying another one would have been a mistake for my sleeping patterns. So I sat.

Now I really need to wear my glasses, but decided to wear them on my head, even when I saw someone waving at me I continued to squint and wave, instead of flicking my glasses on.

Luckily, waving at me was Peter.

It really was a fabulous meeting and interview. What a genuine man and down to earth person who is willing to do anything for anyone. I am so happy with this connection I have made.

A great day.