Today was the most difficult day so far. We were visited by a professor who acted the part of Horace Greeley, famed New York Tribune editor. When he finished his speech, we had to write a feature story, citing three sources and totaling 350 words. In less than one hour. I started to panic. My hands started to sweat. I AM NOT A WRITER! I used to be, but that was then.
I wrote and edited and then a professor from the UNR School of Journalism critiqued and edited my story. I was a good student, aware and willing and conscientious...but I was terrified. I feel a great deal of sympathy for my students, those students whom I ask to produce writing spontaneously and well, with all sorts of seemingly arbitrary rules. Whew. I am relieved to be finished for the day.
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