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I’ve sat on the edge of an exhumed grave to report on anthropologists and university students teaming with law enforcement to solve cold case murders. I’ve filmed the “zombie apocalypse” at my university and juggled several freelancing jobs to pay my bills. I’ve stayed in school an extra year to learn multimedia skills to make myself more marketable. I have 60k in medical debt and listen to full-time photographers complain about their jobs at press conferences when I’d kill for their health benefits. I chose a major I like and one day I’ll probably live in a cardboard box. Despite that, I couldn’t be happier and my parents couldn’t be prouder.
I am a multimedia journalist.
I used to be sad about having to stay an extra year. Now? It doesn’t bother me because I want to make the best of it.