Day 1
I feel terrible. Just three hours ago I was excited about my new Journalism course; now I’m deflated. It started well, all introductions and what lies ahead, then as each new challenge and assignment was mentioned I became more and more filled with doubt. I’m now convinced that I will not be able for any of it. Failing the first, just for fun, assignment was the nail in the coffin for my confidence. All I had to do was interview a co-student - the perfectly pleasant Catherine - and write 150 words. I didn’t get past, “Catherine wants to be in current affairs...”. She’s in television, for God’s sake, and I still couldn’t manage two interesting sentences. I was just too embarrassed. Not so my classmates. Theirs are all completed and submitted; my scribbled efforts sit in my bag. A smudged documentary of my inability.
Result: shame and D:Ream’s mindlessly optimistic Things can only get better stuck on internal jukebox.
