After my fourth resubmission of my first piece I felt like packing in journalism altogether and pursuing a career in complaining about London Underground (a skill I have mastered in just four days). Alas, I am still here. The reason: I want to become a great journalist. Not just a good one, but a great one. The type that covers high profile events, gets to travel the world and gets paid a pretty salary. Realistic, right?
Despite feeling frustrated and, at times, inadequate there is nothing more rewarding when you do something right. I have started appreciating the little things and celebrating them like I've just won journalist of the year. I am already noticing improvements in my style of writing and the need to GET TO THE POINT (although it appears this has not translated into my blog writing).
The point I am really trying to make is that my perceptions have changed about the course, about what kind of journalist I want to be (and should be) and about how this course will impact my life. If I was getting everything right and I was told my work was fine I would not be on this course in the first place. So I am now living by a new mantra: 'In nine weeks I will be a journalist, and I will have a job (or prospect of one), and I can finally buy my parents a three-month belated Christmas present'.
However, I am very lucky in that I am sharing the experience with 11 other people who are encouraging and I take comfort in the fact that we are all in this together. We also have great banter (see picture below if you don't believe me).