The Js of My Life

I love my college track and I'm still learning to love it more. But love is more than just feelings. It is conviction. It is sacrifice. It's sticking it out till the end.

J121 aka The Newsroom is pretty exciting. I have one of the top investigative journalists as a teacher, and some of the brightest students in the College as classmates. I'm serious.
First meeting equals a pop quiz on current events and a diagnostic test which requires us to know those bloody copywriting symbols by heart plus a nerve-racking newswriting exercise that made us type as fast as idiots would run after a bunch of chickens plus two events we have to cover, to wit: Jaime V. Ongpin Awards and Gawad Plaridel plus a three-point homework we have to finish by ceaseless searching through a newspaper issue for parts and pieces and labeling all those plus plus plus readings and handouts and online updates. I swear I could swear now.

J195 aka Culture and Entertainment Reporting is not the piece of cake that comes into your mind when you hear it. It's actually a very delicate, very sumptuous, very expensive piece of cake. Okay, so I'm officially exaggerating. But seriously, I should be happy about this course considering my favorite people are with me and ze Prof made us watch The Devil Wears Prada full length in class for motivation.
But I'm not a feature writer. I don't even know if I can still write at all. My last J102 Newswriting class was pretty decent, and so I just have to draw my strength and courage from that. If I did it before, I could do it better this time. And hey, I also ranted like this last semester. Remember this post? "Newswriting is the subject I'm most afraid of. I'm not a newswriter. In that area, I suck like a lachrymose leech. Make me write five sestinas and I'd do it. Make me write a 500-word news story and I'd stare at a black page for five hours."
But in the end, I hit it on pretty okay so I'm hoping to have improved this time.

I love my college track and I'm still learning to love it more. But love is more than just feelings. It is conviction. It is sacrifice. It's sticking it out till the end.

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