When do we grow up?

I have been living in Sheffield for just about 7 months now. The time just seem to be running away from me. Yesterday was Tuesday, maybe Thursday you can sleep... That's how it feels like some times. In fact, yesterday was actually Sunday, but it could have been Tuesday. It could have been Tuesday last week, it could have been a Tuesday in September. The point is really just that the time is going very fast.

Last semester I felt very safe. Safe in the classroom, where we could write up little stories from some information given to us on paper. That stuff is over now. The second semester has started, and we are getting a taste of how it is to be real journalists. Tomorrow I will be going around in Sheffield trying to find a potential story. Yes, I have to physically walk around, seeing if anything is happening. That's how the job is like. But there is so much more to it as well... I have to make sure I don't get stabbed or shot, robbed or kidnapped... It all seems a bit scary to me. My teachers best advice is "RUN!" Just run away, as fast as you can, and if anything were to happen. "No story is worth getting killed for." This is very true, but also insanely scary. I feel like I am growing up. I am finally facing the real world. Wish me luck...