Reporter…this simple word was the fantasy of my childish dream. Popularity was the goal of my future plans. Being a famous journalist was my lovable character while playing during my childhood path. “I want to be on TV shows!!” This babyish statement became the purpose and demand of my life, actually my world. I grew up insisting that what I called a dream would never ever remain undeveloped and just to enjoy during my nap. That’s why I chose this career, domain, in order to fulfill my hopes and reach satisfaction. The first step towards my goal was entering the Lebanese university, Faculty of Media and Documentation. I thought that this university would develop my abilities, encourage my passion, and equip me to be a skillful journalist. But, I was disappointed. I preferred to go back to fantasy rather than living this reality. My university demotivated me. All their concern was to make their students stick to memorize books and theories and that’s what I’ve done through three years without really training us to be the fourth authority. I’m on my way to graduation; graduating without a certificate. The only thing I learned during these three years was to depend on my self-knowledge and my abilities and not of what I’ve been taught. I’m sure that if I would be a famous journalist and a reporter is because of my dream and my inside ability. Journalism is not what you learn but it is what you experience.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
From childhood dream to an adulthood reality
Reporter…this simple word was the fantasy of my childish dream. Popularity was the goal of my future plans. Being a famous journalist was my lovable character while playing during my childhood path. “I want to be on TV shows!!” This babyish statement became the purpose and demand of my life, actually my world. I grew up insisting that what I called a dream would never ever remain undeveloped and just to enjoy during my nap. That’s why I chose this career, domain, in order to fulfill my hopes and reach satisfaction. The first step towards my goal was entering the Lebanese university, Faculty of Media and Documentation. I thought that this university would develop my abilities, encourage my passion, and equip me to be a skillful journalist. But, I was disappointed. I preferred to go back to fantasy rather than living this reality. My university demotivated me. All their concern was to make their students stick to memorize books and theories and that’s what I’ve done through three years without really training us to be the fourth authority. I’m on my way to graduation; graduating without a certificate. The only thing I learned during these three years was to depend on my self-knowledge and my abilities and not of what I’ve been taught. I’m sure that if I would be a famous journalist and a reporter is because of my dream and my inside ability. Journalism is not what you learn but it is what you experience.
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