We, the journalists of tomorrow
We were many things stepping into class in February. A nurse. A computer programmer, a couple of recently-graduated students. We could all have continued with our different lives, all of us, but we chose to come here. Made a decision to learn the craft. For some it is a pragmatic choice. A desire to be something journalist-like. A writer perhaps. Or a public relations demon. For most, however, there was a degree of idealism to this choice. An idea of the life we could have had, challenged by a life that we felt had meaning for us to pursue. The life we had lost.