ETHAN MAY
I still remember my first day of high school. In P.E. I sat on the gym floor looking at the seniors in my class like they giants. It felt like they were from a different generation. They were grown men and I still felt like a middle schooler.
I’ll never forget what my teacher said as I sat on the gym floor that day. She told us that high school would go by quicker than we could even imagine. That we would blink and it would be over. To prove it she asked the seniors if they agreed with her. They all nodded.
Four years later I sat in a chair on the gym floor in front of the stage on graduation night, just feet from where I sat on that first day of P.E. My teacher could not have been more right. I learned a life lesson that day: time flies by.
It happened again with this class.
How in the world is this the last week of class already? Where did the time go?
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my first seven weeks with the Missourian. I say first because, even though this class is winding down, I will be spending much, much more time in the Missourian’s newsroom.
This course has been the perfect introduction to all of the time I’ll spend learning in the newsroom. I’ve learned so much about what it takes to be a reporter.
Most importantly, I’ve learned that I have so. much. more. to. learn.
Now, there are still four days left in this course. This may not be enough time to put together anything too extravagant, but there is plenty of time to still be productive.
I hope to sprint all the way to Friday, the finish line of this, my first race in a series of races that make up my journey at the Missourian and the Missouri School of Journalism.
Ethan May 