My first
day at the university was very interesting. At the beginning, I went to a class
where my teacher, Faride Zeran, the most famous journalist who fought the dictatorship,
told us a story of her classmates and strongest episodes during the
dictatorship.
After that,
my classmates and I went to auditorium where the director of career and teachers
gave us a speech about the vocation and the mission of journalism.
At first
time, I loved my university and people who studied there because I felt the
sense of community and diversity and this is the one of the important things
when we learn about life and people.
One thing that
was very strange for me was that most of my classmate knew yet. I felt so lonely and antisocial but then I discovered
than was because most of them was an emblematic school and they knew each other.
I met a classmate who studied a different career
before and we talked about that our career election. She studied graphic design but didn’t like so
much. I remember that this time I want to study her career but I didn’t sure
about the decision.
I still
remember my first week in university. I don’t believe this is my fourth year of
journalism and next year I will become a real Journalist. This scares me.
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