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Journalists are certainly not the smartest people I know. Usually they are the most competitive, ambitious, unyielding and obstinate, but definitely not the wisest folks in the room. And this is perfectly fine. Come on, this is not a rocket science! We do not have to solve obscure mathematical quandaries.

A friend (I won’t name him, but he’s a reporter and substitute anchor for bTV Bulgarian Television) wrote once in this blog: “I am convinced that some of the best articles will appear in this blog couple of months after the end of the program”.

“Hey Neha, I found this really good Indian restaurant just a couple of blocks from here, and the curry was amazing! You should check it out,” said David King from Australia.

I walked along with the rest of group, and wondered, “But what about me? I’m also Indian. Isn’t it obvious?”

Even before applying to WPI, there was a plan. If I was approved, I would stay almost one month more to cover the United States elections. It would be two dreams at a time, since I’ve always aspired to both participate in a fellowship and to cover the American elections.

Neha Dixit notes down the amusing differences between the Indian and American election campaign during her nine weeks long fellowship in the US

Yesterday was the last day of the US Presidential Election Campaign. They say the race between Obama and Romney is razor thin. They will vote today. The results will be out soon.

Seven days ago my earthly remains have arrived in Vienna after spending 9 weeks in the US. As my fellow fellows know, I haven’t spent a lot of time in one place, so at least I didn’t get used to a specific city or a specific hotel room. I have gotten used to my fellow fellows. I miss them so much, it hurts.

They say after a relationship you hurt half the length of time you were in this relationship. Although I have experienced otherwise, I hope this time it is true. And that after 3 ½ weeks from now, I will start to cherish the memories without missing them so badly.

I left the residence with my host family and spent pretty much every minute talking to them about the-whole-nine-weeks. At the airport, I minded the extra weight in 'Big Bird' and carefully distributed it in my other bags, so I didn't have to pay 75 dollars (!!!!!). At the gate, I tried, as usual, to connect my iPad to the airport wi-fi and, as usual,  couldn't get a decent connection.

I bought a magazine, and some magic gum. My US phone rang for the last couple of times and I had a very funny chat with Ivan a very sad one withe Ledinha. Then I got into the plane.

This is my second post about the visual appearance of U.S. newspapers, actually a continuation to my previous post which was mainly about New York Times. To read the whole story, start from "Newspapers of the USA. #1" also available on this very blog.

I took a task of observing how four different U.S. newspapers look at the same date (3rd of October), and what we can learn from that.

This post is about memories. This is a final day of the fellowship, and I have to write this.

The things I have lost during this fellowship were constantly in my mind in the days heading to the end. I lost a piece of my universal plug. A cosmetic cream. A bath sponge. I lost and found my medicines, contact lenses and comb. I almost lost my iPhone. And now I am going to lose nine friends.