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The sad thing about having a class where there's a computer and an internet connection is that I always end up blogging instead of actually listening to the tutor.
Another newswriting and reporting class. Another semester of being forced to pretend to be interested in reading the Straits Times. Another semester of having "if it bleeds it leads" drummed into us. Even though this tutor is actually quite nice and she's pretty interesting. I don't think I'll ever become a newspaper journalist... it's so depressing. How does one ever find faith in the human race when you're exposed constantly to the ugliness of human race, and you know of people who rejoice in such ugliness and negativity? (we've just been told of a crime reporter who prayed for someone to die every night).
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