Easter brings out the hope that is in me
April 16, 2009
When I was a student, I spoke like a student, I thought like a student, I wrote like a student. When I became a columnist for The Catholic Register, I discovered I had a lot more readers. And this was very good. From a student point of view, it is unfair. A student slaves for hours, days, even weeks over a paper and hands it in to be graded by a professor or, worse, a teaching assistant. The student has an audience of one, and that audience responds with a few red scribbles and an A, B or “See me.” I, on the other hand, sit down at my computer for four hours maximum, write out 800 words and e-mail them to the editor, secure in the knowledge that thousands of people will have the opportunity to appreciate or condemn my work. They might or might not comment. Unlike the student, I get paid.