Ты - солнечный свет и ты приумножишь / Всю силу и влась у земного добра.
A Job.
Children always dream about what they want to become in the future, but unfortunately, many children's dreams dies as they grow older. I was lucky. My dream did not die. In 4th grade I decided to be a journalist.
This career appealed to me because of its popularity, uniqueness and because of the danger, that it could be involved. Newscasters, to me, looked liked as beautiful as princes and princesses from a fairy tale. I did not always understand, precisely what they were talking about, but their words and serious faces bewitched me.
I began reading newspapers starting with the black headings written in a large font, scrutinizing the pictures and solving the crossword puzzles. Then I read my first article... and it began. I turned to my neighbors, asking for (actually truly demanding) interviews, and created my own newspaper. Then I hung it in school. In order to write interesting stories, I went to the most unusual places because I wanted to write about them.
Only some time later, my first publications appeared in the school newspaper and later in regional and city. I have gotten acquainted with many people and have learned more about journalism, as a profession. I have understood that it is not as is simple as it seemed to me. Sometimes it is necessary to do a great deal of research and work, simply to write a small article.
Although it is a lit of work, I am still trying. The journalism draws me as the magnet draws an iron crumb. I believe that I can execute the children's dream; it has not died.
Children always dream about what they want to become in the future, but unfortunately, many children's dreams dies as they grow older. I was lucky. My dream did not die. In 4th grade I decided to be a journalist.
This career appealed to me because of its popularity, uniqueness and because of the danger, that it could be involved. Newscasters, to me, looked liked as beautiful as princes and princesses from a fairy tale. I did not always understand, precisely what they were talking about, but their words and serious faces bewitched me.
I began reading newspapers starting with the black headings written in a large font, scrutinizing the pictures and solving the crossword puzzles. Then I read my first article... and it began. I turned to my neighbors, asking for (actually truly demanding) interviews, and created my own newspaper. Then I hung it in school. In order to write interesting stories, I went to the most unusual places because I wanted to write about them.
Only some time later, my first publications appeared in the school newspaper and later in regional and city. I have gotten acquainted with many people and have learned more about journalism, as a profession. I have understood that it is not as is simple as it seemed to me. Sometimes it is necessary to do a great deal of research and work, simply to write a small article.
Although it is a lit of work, I am still trying. The journalism draws me as the magnet draws an iron crumb. I believe that I can execute the children's dream; it has not died.
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