Someone once said that language is a dusty, warped window-pane. The clear light of our thoughts is twisted. We can never communicate perfectly. I jest and you bleed. You reconcile and I am offended. If the human race ever dies, our gravestone will read,. A nearby man smoking a cigarette sniggered.

Thursday, July 16, 2009. This was a very new experience for me. As a strictly print journalist, I never once thought that I would be in front of the camera. It made me see that, with a little dedication, I can do more than just write. Broadcast journalism would be yet another avenue I could take in my quest to become a travel journalist.

Dorm Life With Mellissa and Ashleigh. Let Me Hear A Hoorah. But, as assumptions often to turn out to be, i was horribly wrong. He told a story of losing his job due to the injury, how he has a family and kids, and as an exmarine needed the money to help and he had made thank you cards in advanced. As young journalists in .

The WJMC is officially winding down, and so is this blog. Rachel Bourne, future journalist and white house correspondent.

Students on the WJMC trip have developed vivid imaginations, which they apply to current events. EVENTS ARE NOT NECESSARILY FACTUAL. Sitting in a lecture about sniper victims getting shot in Washington D. makes me believe that Cocobama conspired all of this. She planned to take over the city for her 2002 campaign but had a spelling exam that Friday. Ironically, the only reason she cared was because she wanted to kidn.