It's 7:00 a.m. on a Wednesday, which means it's time to check my email.

I sent out a dozen emails on Monday requesting interviews with students and staff from several departments at UCF hoping to find a story worth writing.

Still no responses.

I spend the next few hours looking over some of the stories I'm already working on to make any necessary edits (after my daily Starbucks run, of course). I turn the news on in the background, making sure to flip between MSNBC, CNN and FOX to get the whole scoop.

At 10:00 a.m., I head to my Advanced Reporting class with a rough draft of my best story for that week. When it comes to being a journalist, there are always improvements to be made, so I like to bring a draft to class to get feedback from my professor and my classmates. However, this means one thing: more editing to come.

Around lunchtime, I work on the edits suggested to me in class in order to get the story in by the 5 p.m. deadline. I frantically check my email, hoping for responses from my sources so that I will have a story for next week. In journalism, you always have to be one step ahead, if not two.

At 2 p.m., I head to my three-hour art class, because as a journalism major at UCF, you must also have a minor – mine is Art Studio. Although choosing art as my minor may not have been the wisest choice because of the time commitment, it serves as a very important stress reliever for me.

I'm hopeful that by the end of these three hours, I will have gotten at least one response for an interview. But then again, I thought that yesterday, too.

It's 5 p.m. and finally time to head home after a long day on campus. However, more work awaits.

I get home, flip the news on again and open Webcourses on my laptop. As a student journalist, you're so busy chasing the scoop that you can forget that you have other classes and assignments. But trust me, they're there.

I have two discussion posts due as well as a 40-minute lecture to watch for some class that has nothing to do with my major but is required. Time to get to work, again.

After finally finishing my work for other classes, the best part of Wednesday arrives: I get to write my Odyssey article for the week.

After being ignored by sources all week long since I'm only a student journalist and not a reporter for The New York Times, it's nice to have one night a week when I can write for no one but myself. It's important to remember why I got into journalism in the first place: to tell stories and to write.

I get my article in by midnight, and it's time to call it a day. I check my email one more time, just in case.

Looks like I'll be making cold calls tomorrow.