Ink Stained

When I was first enrolled into the board, I had no idea what editing meant, or writing for that matter. I was just a young and naive first year student who was enthusiastic about his independence in a new and fast city, his college life, and who had a long measuring tape for horizons. Fortunately though, I found that one teacher who knew how to channel that enthusiasm in one direction. When I was first asked, I went straight up to her and in a brutally honest but polite tone told her, "Ma'am, I don't know a thing about economics or writing", to which she replied, "that's what we'll teach you". And indeed she did.   Two years of priceless education and training and warmth were predicated by the blazer. The blazer which had earlier been worn by the woman behind the birth and the broad-shouldered senior(read responsible) in chronological order, was much of a responsibility. I though initially was unsure of whether I'll be able to fit in, but