When
I was a sophomore in high school, I had a friend convince me to join
the school paper. I had always loved reading and writing, so I thought
it would be a great experience to try my writing skills in a
journalistic environment.
My first story was actually a big news story: covering the oil spill in the
gulf (now I'm REALLY aging myself). I recall being so excited to write about
something so important. I went around to students at my school, asking
for their responses to this dreadful accident.
I lived off researching the timeline of events regarding the disaster. I
spent so many hours displeased and discouraged with my work, rewriting
time and time again in the hopes of achieving an impossible perfection.
The moment I saw my name and story in print, I remember clearly thinking to myself, "I'm a journalist."
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