b1 Reading
b1 Reading
by Michael Williams
Some years ago, our head teacher, Mrs Waters, decided
to start a school newspaper, and get as many students
as possible to take on the job of producing it – and
parents, too. She felt the newspaper would help them
learn more about school life, through articles on things
like sports achievements and arts projects, which not all
students know about if they’re not taking part. Students
took the whole thing very seriously – and we now have
a prize-winning newspaper!
Some of my friends joined the newspaper team
immediately and enjoyed it. I’d always loved creative
writing and drawing cartoons, which I thought would be
perfect in the newspaper, so I signed up. My dad, who’s
a journalist, was pleased – he thought that even though
I wasn’t keen on a job like his, the newspaper would be
a great opportunity for me. And he was right – I loved it!
Dad often came along to give advice, which was
popular with the students. It was difficult sometimes, if
he was busy, but he learned a lot about the school that
way.
My first job was writing a report about a sports event –
a writing style I’d never attempted before. But Dad
reminded me it was similar in some ways to writing a
story – getting information in the right order. Once I’d
understood that, there was no stopping me – and after
my first efforts, I developed quite a professional style,
which was brilliant. Sometimes the team couldn’t use
what I’d written, or my cartoons, for whatever reason,
but I didn’t mind. And sometimes it was hard to finish
stuff on time, but I usually got there.
I’m now one of the editors – we decide what goes into
the newspaper, so our names no longer appear in
print. And it’s stressful sometimes as we don’t have
much time, but we try to manage that properly. We also
correct mistakes in people’s articles, which we all had to
get used to, but we were soon doing it without thinking
– and in our own schoolwork, too. I still put off calling
people outside school for comments on stuff, but I
guess it’s all good experience – at least, that’s what Dad
says!