The first day of school I anxiously awaited my newspaper class. I had always wanted to become a journalist and thought that this would be the first step on deciding and guiding my future.

I was not totally wrong.

Although the class has had its ups and downs, many weird instances, and also lots of inappropriate comments, it has taught me much about writing informative stories and how to put personal feelings aside to make hard hitting news stories come alive.

I learned that I love to write columns, sport stories are easy because they come with a template, be sure not to forget to work on design, and – if all else fails—beg for help.

This was very different from my “picture perfect” idea of how being on staff should be. The people are not hard-core journalists, rather other teenagers who love to goof off, the teacher does not keep a pencil behind her ear and write down new story ideas when they sporadically come to her, rather she is organized and professional (with a hint of crazy). The other students have shown me their dedication and love of this dying art, newspaper writing, and I have made up my mind that it is TOO MUCH WORK.

All in all though, it was a good experience about learning how things should get done and how they really get done, I will never forget my year on the newspaper staff and all the insane moments that came with it.