The beginning...of the life of a roaming hippy?

....no....of my Journalism career. It has gotten off to a rushed and exhausting start. In the long run, I want to be a photo journalist....but in order to reach that goal, I have to take normal journalistic classes to grasp everything first.
I wasn't going to take a course in it until next year, but seeing as I had the extra time due to dropping math, I thought I would give it a try. I took journalism in high school, so it shouldn't be too bad, right?
I soon learned that this was going to be a hugely difficult task. The prof, although very nice, is so hardcore about what he teaches it's almost frightening! I felt so silly sitting in there, nearly 3 weeks into the quarter, while he ranted and raved about using tape recorders during interviews. Then after class, I had some questions I needed to ask him, and he snaps, "Walk with me." So we leave the classroom...my bag is about falling off my arm and my books are nearly slipping out of my hands....he's talking talking talking....I felt like a little secretary chasing after some big time executive with a notepad, trying to take notes!
Finally he stops and tells me that I need to work hard and blah blah... so I utter a little sheepishly, "So, do I need to be thinking of a topic?" and he replies bluntly, "No, you need to be WRITING it."
ACK! Heart attack. This was my first day in the class and I'm already expected to be writing an article for the upcoming school newspaper! D:
Well....turns out I only need to be writing my leads....but still. I feel so rushed and agonized!

I said to my best friend...Come, let's run away. We can quit school and buy a Volkswagen and bum hitch hike across America, bathe in public bathrooms, and hippy it up without a care in the world.

We decided to wait until summer.

While I have your attention...whoever you may be (if anybody at all), please pay a visit to Free City.
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Don't let the opera singer scare you.