If you think this story ends with me studying hard and acing my next assignment, you’re wrong. I had committed every single one of them. My professor took to the wipe off board and listed the five most common mistakes he’d found it our work. It was red ink, but in my eyes it may as well have been blood. Well, okay I’m exaggerating, it wasn’t exactly blood. In a flutter of white and red, my very first press release written for a grade dropped onto my desk - covered in blood. A lifelong, self-identified writer, I was certain the class would be an easy A and took pity on my classmates for what I assumed were their inferior writing skills.įlash forward to the day my professor handed back our first assignments.
I was two semesters into my third major in college and pretty stoked about learning the core of the skill set I would need to secure a job post-grad. Many moons ago, I eagerly planted myself in the front row of a Florida State classroom for my first day of a public relations writing class.
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