Write an application letter to the school English newspaper.

I am a classmate from high school, Li Hua. My interest is photography. The advertisement "Our Footsteps" makes me want to be a reporter. Looking back suddenly, we find that we have grown up. I don't know when the word 17 years old has been ringing in our ears from time to time. Once upon a time, I thought that 17 years old was so sacred that I didn't know it until I grew up, so I could fly higher and farther. But this time, when I really faced it, I suddenly felt at a loss. I'm worried about whether I can fully understand the rich connotation of the ordinary number 17, but I understand that 17 means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility! Two senior three students without us spent our six-year-old flowering period and experienced the rainy season of 17 years old. Once you sigh in the maze, in peace, you find yourself getting old in confusion and silence. So, I began to think about everything around me with my own brain. Perhaps this kind of thinking is superficial, but we proud children who should not blindly follow are eager to bid farewell to our youth and ignorance with reason and maturity. This is our pace, the pace of growth, and the pace of non-stop.

I'm applying to the photographer to take photos.