I'm not a crier. Really, I'm not. I'm not the type of girl that cries at chick flicks or a particulary harrowing episode of Gossip girl. But there is something about doing this journalism course that has me in tears at least once a week.
Sometimes it is born out of frustration (1500 words on the West Lothian question? Are you having a laugh?!)
Other times its because there will always be someone that wants to try and beat you down and bitch about you on twitter or other such sites and eventually that sort of thing will wear you down and you get to thinking, "well, what is the point?" Well, the point is my mother taught me better than that. I won't quit because some silly girl coughs "bitch" at me or feels that they need to take the time out of their lives to tweet about something I've said/done/wore or anything else they can think of. Don't you have something better to do?
But more often than not I can cry a river because I feel that I'm not good enough to do this course. That at some point someone is gonna turn round and say; "You, be a journalist? Really?" But I still continue on anyways because I can't think of anything else I'd rather be doing. 1000 words on privacy laws? Bring it on! 100wpm in shorthand? I'm on it!
Because as Bob Dylan once said "If you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose."
And as he also said, "A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do."
A bit sexist but I know what the dude meant :)
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