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Thank God that I was able to learn how to write, because one thing my broadcast journalism class has taught me is that I do not have a voice for radio. My ears have apparently altered my voice so that when I heard a recording of myself, I couldn't... I still don't believe that it was me. The voice I heard was a mousy redneck. Now that I have that knowledge of myself, I have gone into a deep depression. I wish this University would stop telling me that I certain things I want to do, well, I can't do them. It's not inspiring. I'm learning to think that I suck.