This Is Me

Not only is it a privilege to teach but a job to learn. Employment should be accessed with passion, not simply intent to earn…                                                                                                                               - Boneata Bell  

I recently had the pleasure of interviewing my amazing friend, Laurence. This is my article. Journalism style. Enjoy. :) Laurence Paul Short is a young man from England. He has many inspirations that all lead him to one ambition; to one day be a professional sports commentator. He hopes to do this by studying professional writing at degree level, followed by working his way through the ranks of journalism. Among his inspirations is Jim Ross; a WWE Hall of Fame star, professional sports commentator. Laurence feels that he is a 'legend' as despite multiply strokes he has continued to work within the career that he loves. Laurence also feels that despite the public love of the stereotypical body, Ross is quite a largely built man but he is a huge success. From the age of eight, Laurence would visit his cousins in London where they would play games and practise live commentary, beginning his love of wrestling and goal to become something like his inspiration. Jim Ross is...

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