2015-05-09 / The Bullhorn

Journalism, not just a class, but a family

By Maggie Harper
Bullhorn Senior Reporter

I actually didn’t even want to take journalism. I had taken band in middle school and freshman year of high school, but really wanted a change. I wasn’t sure which elective was right for me though. My mom finally decided for me that journalism would be a good fit, but I wasn’t convinced, that is not until I discovered my passion for photography.

Studying photojournalism in the class opened up a world of possibilities and gave me an insight as to what I wanted to do for a career. I have learned so much about ethics, writing, and working as a team to produce something truly amazing like The Bullhorn.

The best memories of my high school career took place in journalism class. Tracking down teachers and students for stories and head shots. Brainstorming Bullhorn ideas. Rushing to make deadline for those Bullhorn ideas. Filming the morning announcements with my partner in crime, Hannah Lunsford. Forcing underclassmen to do grunt work. I loved every minute of it.

There have been times we laughed so hard I thought my lungs would nearly burst. Times we talked about so many things in a single hour I wasn’t sure how it was possible. The Bullhorn staff isn’t just a class full of kids, it’s more like a family. A dysfunctional family that sometimes yells at each other— but a family none the less.

Journalism even brought my best friend Anderson Clayton and I together. We are total opposites, she’s the yin to my yang, yet somehow the class forced a fierce friendship upon us. Still not totally sure how that happened, but I am so glad that it did.

Mrs. Boatwright has done more for me than any other teacher. Whether she was giving me writing tips, pushing me to try new things, or even just listening to me complain about that hard life that is being a teenage girl, she has always been there for me. I am so thankful for the opportunities she has given me. I would have never decided upon a major in journalism without her guidance. I’m not sure how I will live without my “Boatinator” next year at college.

I am so sad to leave my journalism class and Mrs. Boatwright, but I am looking forward to the future. I wouldn’t trade my three years in journalism for the world.

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