My year in journalism

hmm.. where do i begin? Maybe the first day i walked into the doors of the "journalism class room". A better name for that place could be the death trap, the concentration camp, the place of slave labor, must i go on? It all started when JENNY assigned seats at computers. "Ahh this can't be too hard of a class could it", i thought to myself. Boy did i know that i would be in for an adventure!

So the day she introduced us to blogger is the day my life went downhill!

B-boring

l-long hard research

o- outrageous amounts of information to look up

g- GOD Save me!

g-God How about now you save me?

e- every single day!

r- rinse lather repeat!

It was like a vicious cycle! When we weren't writing stories for the actual newspaper, we were blogging about sandwiches and who knows what else! Besides the finger cramping writing, we played odd man out, like a knot, and made videos! ohhh wait, i cant forget the viscious slave labor of counting penny by penny by penny!!! The games were amazing but they were far and few between!

The people in that class are so fun to be around and we always have a blast! (even when writing blogs) Jenny never tells us about her boo but she knows all kinds of stuff about our boos!!! If i would have known, i would have not said a word and had a mystery man also! One day i will find out JENNY i promise!! i will be at your wedding whether you know i am or not! so BEWARE!!!! mwahahahhah

Oh did i mention that my lowest grade in all if my classes is in JOURNALISM! LIke really how hard could it be to get a good grade in this class? At least Jenny has alot of grace or else i would be failing her class!! So what i thought would be an easy fun class, turned out to be a very difficult class! So beware the dangers that lye ahead if you choose to take her class!

JKJKJKJKJK she is an amazing teacher and i love her classes! just not her blogs!!! :)