29 January 2013
I ended up taking a course on journalism. Well, it was only a high school's course so I didn't expect too much.
It wasn't even a little. The teacher was amazed by how 'long' texts I had written, not only a couple paragraphs like the rest. Excuse me, what? I just wrote like I used to, did my best unlike the others. And the result?
I learned nothing. Nothing. Well okay, I learned that people enjoy my writings. And that I am good at translating conversations from English to Finnish, and that I can make them sound natural. But I didn't really get any proper feedback. I already knew all these things, atleast on some level.
The teacher really liked one of my texts. So it was kind of, without me knowing enough, posted to a local paper's website.
Okay, that's fine by me! The text gained like 100 shares on Facebook. So I guess I'm happy then?
Not really. I mean, it's cool that one of my writings gets so big and makes people think. But I wrote it in the middle of a night, in a hurry like "I have to get this done for tomorrow's lesson!!" It just confuses me that a text like that is preferred over the texts of those who have been doing things like this for long.
The funniest thing is that I was the only one in that class who didn't even want to become a journalist.
(Not) The Best Text I Ever Wrote • Opuss № I