Is steady performance a prolific story of the old school? Writing is a passion, not a mobile 30-minutes- of- fame exploiting the deliverance of vast messages from various angles stressed out by editors and the stand of the paper. The ripe-old age of the fundamental mode of writing speaks under the blankets of truth, it does not follow the plunge of contemporary news editors though the basics stays right there, but campus journalism is continuously strangled tight by passive voices, basically ineffable truth that must have been spoken out profusely.
Like a contract and if it were designed to call for justice of freedom, editor draws the dotted line for an absolute agreement of the issue; writers push to write, not use name to bite. Therefore the issue of campus journalism must fit like a glove in order for young writers to put their heart and soul on the marketed life of journalism. They, however, hold the touchstoned magnetism in controling and filtering both the negative and positive sides of stories. The home of journalism embarks on the campus exercising the modals of expressions, style, principles, genres, figures (factual results and students' resources) because of its pedagogical studies infused therein.
A democratic body utters everything the paper adheres and resonates from the bizarre to the specific, yet unicameral decision of the sounding reality of objectivity. Amid ethical concerns writers abiding by, there are iniquitous topics raised, still instilled and can never be diminished unless they stand by the philosophical attachment of the campus through old school stampede of the journalist's code of ethics dead in the writer's clutches- no spins.
Alive. Define. Survive.
The writers are the subaltern of truth and free will.
Stand tall...tell all!
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