Mr. Adams looked at the stack of papers after each member of the class had finally turned in their assignment. Since it was a homework project, a few were late, dogs had been blamed for eating at least three, and six were instantly recognizable as having been directly copied either off the internet or from an older sibling. One, in fact had been recycled from an older sibling who had downloaded it from the internet the year before. It never ceased to amaze Mr. Adams that students expected to find essays on the World Wide Web but were totally shocked to find that teachers not only knew the same web sites but also had their own search engines to compare student papers with the downloadable one.
The most surprising thing, though, was that Johnnie had been punctual with his submission. This was, unfortunately not his usual style. Johnnie was not only quite smart, he bordered on brilliant. However, he was not the most assertive student; if Type A means a personality type that shows a lot of initiative while Type B is more laid back, Johnnie was probably a C-. Part of it was due to his intelligence; he took his textbooks home the first week of school and read them cover to cover. He seemed to comprehend everything in every book so for the rest of the school year, Johnnie was bored and his mind was on something other than the subject being discussed.
Something about this project had connected with him, and Mr. Adams was suitably intrigued. The assigned subject was to describe the career each student wanted to pursue. He couldn’t wait till that evening when he’d have time to read Johnnie’s essay.
After dinner he checked on his own kids’ homework and helped his wife load the dishwasher. Since both were teachers they had to both pitch in pretty much equally with the household chores in order to get papers graded and lessons planned. This usually worked out pretty well, except at the end of term when both were extremely busy. At those times, attempts at healthy eating were abandoned and fast food often became the cuisine of necessity.
His wife tended to favor the family room for her work area, the kids did their homework at the kitchen table so he took his work to the dining room, and sorted through the stack of essays to find Johnnie’s. Naturally it was at the bottom of the stack, both because of Murphy’s Law and because Johnnie had turned it in so promptly. He opened it and began to read.
My Career Plans
When I grow up I plan on becoming a reporter in the media, but not just any medium. I base my plans on the following principles:
- 1. In the working environment we trade time for money. Every individual has a finite amount of time; therefore it is logical to exchange that time for the maximum amount of money possible.
- 2. Work is necessary for those who do not have wealth. While wealthy people may work and may be expected to work, they do not need to work since they have wealth. The truly wealthy can pay for living expenses strictly on the income from their wealth. However for most people, including myself, work is a necessity. Without wealth income is required.
- 3. If work is a necessity, then it is logical to perform work that is not unpleasant, and if possible, enjoyable.
- 4. The current employment marketplace favors service industries over manufacturing, which leads to many unrewarding low paying jobs.
- 5. The one successful service industry is the entertainment industry, which includes not only movies and computer games but also publishing and journalism.
- 6. Many people want to get into the entertainment industry because it can pay a high salary and it looks like it is enjoyable. However, not everyone can be a rap singer, a movie star or a sports figure. It is necessary, therefore to find a niche market.
The market niche that I see as most appropriate for me would be the tabloid publishing industry. The reasons that this appeals to me so much is that tabloids have some of the highest circulation numbers of any published material. Even those who claim not to like tabloids sneak a peek at the checkout line in the supermarket.
While tabloids are often disrespected, it is hard to ignore them after the National Enquirer almost won a Pulitzer Prize. The only reason it didn’t was because it calls itself a “magazine” instead of a newspaper which made it ineligible. This obviously is a technicality and some believe the Pulitzer Committee disqualified the National Enquirer because of what they are.
Tabloids reporters get to see things that no one else does. When they write, it must be glorious fun. When a top secret operation occurs, the tabloids can publish an article, compete with pictures before the members of the House Armed Services Committee are briefed. Tabloid reporters are privy to celebrities’ marital problems or pregnancies before even the celebrities or their spouses are. Many people don’t know if their siblings have had plastic surgery or cellulite, but the tabloids do.
And most important of all, tabloid reporters are in regular contact with Elvis, extraterrestrial aliens, Bigfoot and other fascinating personages. In addition, they have the latest miracle diet and cancer cure information before top researchers.
On the other hand, if tabloid articles are not 100% accurate, it would be fun to write articles in which you can make up the “facts” in whatever fashion you choose without the drudgery of research, fact checking or even finding sources.
So, in a few years when you’re at the checkout counter and a tabloid catches your eye – pick it up and see if I’m on the masthead.
Mr. Adams called to his wife. “Martha? If you’ve got a minute, I have something here I think you might like to read.”
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