Journalism is hard.

I never thought that telling the truth could be so restrictive on creativity.
Write about budget cuts. Write about construction news. Write about the new teacher.
So, I write.
They give my paper back; REWRITE.
Take out all adjectives. No room for descriptive words in the newspaper.
Take out all opinions. No one cares what you think.
Research! Nothing that comes from your mind is good enough. The only thoughts that matter are the thoughts of professionials.
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I feel like a mindless robot.
I'm not a writer, I'm simply a window for people to view what's going on in the world, or in my case the school.
I'm the researcher. . . . The person who gathers the information and then provides it in a simple, easy-to-read, straight-forward article that requires no thought, nor does it make you think. It just is.
I'm the media.
This information is out there for people, so why can't they just go find it themselves?
I'm convenience.
I'm everything I do not want to be, but I have no choice.