This story, as well as the rest of the stories I’ve written this semester, are all a part of the journalism class I was randomly put into at the beginning of this year. I was confused when I saw it on my schedule at the start of the year, since I hadn’t ever signed up for it. In all honesty, the only reason I didn’t drop the class was because I saw that Mr. Frey was the teacher, and his English class sophomore year was awesome. Even though I pretty much knew nothing about journalism, I decided I would stay in the class and see what it was all about.
I soon found out that in Journalism the main task we have is writing stories to be posted on the davis high news website. I thought that was pretty cool, and got really excited when I found out that we pretty much work on our own time, and as long as we get our stories done we’re chilling. That was exactly the kind of vibe I was looking for in a class for senior year.
You don’t always get to write about whatever you want, in fact most weeks your stories are assigned to you. You write about many different things varying from school sports to teacher spotlights, dance asking ideas to movie reviews. Even if you’re not writing about something you want, it’s still super chill and it makes writing fun. I’m really glad I didn’t drop the class at the start of the year. I highly recommend taking journalism if you’ve been considering it. This is my final story, so peace out. You’re not your mistakes.