Narrative Essay About News Reporter

I look back at when I was 22. I just graduated and got a job right away, my job was “News reporter”. What is news reporter? The job sound is interesting .Yes, it is but the problem is I did not study for writing the news. So how I could do it? I studied at Ramkhamhaeng University, Faculty of Mass Communication, Department of Radio and Television. I studied just one subject about the news, I barely knew how to write the news. So, the first thing I did not know why they hired me. However, it did not matter because I got a job. My expectations for this job position were an interesting job and have a lot of things fun like in the movies.
On a first day at the station my boss, Banteang is a tall and thin man. He is the kind of person that hardly

The news editor sent me to go to work outside; he gives me an address and program to do. Lucky me he set up the team for me. One is a photographer, a driver and me a news reporter, but unlucky the photographer is a new photographer also. I have no idea what I am going to do next. Unlike I expect in the first time. My head has a lot of things to think, I feel like I cannot see the way, but I have to continue walking. My mind is heavy with something that I cannot explain by the word like I am under the water try to come out to breathe. I try to stay calm. One thing I can do for that time “fight or run”. I think in my mind “I am not scared of anything, let face it”. Finally, I can do it my first day to go to work outside. It not too difficult but I feel like I can take off the rock from my chest and can breathing

I cannot answer a lot of things. Only 3 words I still remember “I don’t know” the word I tell him most. At that time I mean that many things I really don’t know. He looks at me by cold face and says “what do you know?” His voice not only through in my ears, but it stabs at my heart. It very hurt me. In the quiet room I am swallowing, trying to deep breathe, and think. After that I have tried to improve myself and I already know something. Under his cold face and monotone voice that I always scare has been nothing, all the time he just wants to teach me. Since he let me read a lot of newspapers and sent me to go someplace that I do not know, he tells me “ You go to work this one is good for you” that time I just think I can go whatever he sent me to go. I tell myself I have to know more than I know now. Every morning I have to read the news before I go to work, I watch the news instead watch a movie or