By Cárol Muñoz Nieves
Translated by María Elena
The life of every person is filled of first times –it appears to be inevitable, although some human beings have proven to be more monotonous than others-; and in the life of a Journalism student, the first time one makes an incursion into a genre –your first chronicle, your first story, your first press release! – is remembered throughout many years with more or less desires of having had the earth swallowed you in that time. For being a callow youth, an arrogant youngster, an improvised smartass. But in case you did well, you can be sure there were others who wanted the earth to swallow you, because there is no doubt you bragged about the knowledge received from the teacher, the award you got at the forum, or out of pure envy that grows green and without goats in the journalistic world.
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