Made of Ink
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Last published Tue, Oct 22, 2019
“You’re a journalist? Wow, that’s such a relaxing job!” would probably be the understatement of the year. Whether it’s news on television or paper, both cannot be accomplished without ever-determined journalists who work to death just to deliver straight facts to the public. But what really makes a journalist? Is it simply all about writing an ordinary article with a double-shot espresso on your table while watching a Netflix series in Starbucks? Nope. There’s more hell to being a journalist than what people seem to think of.
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