I remember when I was about nine or 10, I went through a short period of wanting to become a journalist. I stress the word short; the phase only lasted a couple of days as when I broke the news to my parents, they told me I wouldn’t last two minutes in such a cut-throat industry.
At the time, they were right because I was so eager to please everyone, but as I got older, I toughened up to the strong person I am today.
Being five weeks into my course at uni, I have started to see just how cut-throat this industry actually is. However, to my surprise, instead of the brutality scaring me away like what it would have done when I was younger, it is making me even more motivated to do well.
I can recall the first time my column was ever properly criticised. I had written about politics - something to do with how I believed Scottish Labour were failing as a Party - and I caused an uproar among some members of my family.
Until about five weeks ago, I felt bad for causing such a stir as I believed that my column was there to please my readers.
I had adopted the notion that, for me to keep my audience, I had to write things that kept everyone happy.
But journalism isn’t about keeping people happy.
Journalism is about reporting the things that other people need to know, good or bad, or asking the questions others are too afraid to ask. I used to write to make myself sound intelligent and stay on everybody’s good side, but now I realise that I don’t have to do that anymore. The fear that I had when I first started writing is now completely gone. I want to make a decent impression on the people in this industry and so I have concluded that there’s no better time to do that than now.