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I was told something today by a seasoned, 70+ year old journalism professor that what will make you a successful journalist is to have a clear, detailed explanation of why I love journalism, and to always keep it in mind. He said it’s important to look back at it every now and then to contain that passion. He said if you have more of a reason than “I like writing”, you’re doing the right thing. So, here it goes: I became a journalist because I like to know about everything. I like to be the source someone uses to get anything. From clarification about the GOP debate the night before to how to make a meal to suggestions about their outfit choices—I love being the go-to person. When someone says that they’re trying to figure out what they want to do with their lives, my translation is, “What can I do that I’m fucking magnificent at that contributes the most to society?” To me, that’s reporting. I love people, I love politics, I love news, I love examining American culture, I love writing, I love reporting, and I love telling people things that someone or some institution doesn’t want them to know. If journalism was an easy field to be successful in, I’d detest it. If it wasn’t a new and different adventure everyday, I’d be miserable. If I only became knowledgeable in one specific thing throughout my lifetime, I’d feel useless. If journalism wasn’t so damn crucial to society, I’d feel unproductive. My attention span is short, I am a news-junkie, I destroy my peers’ papers with red ink, math is my enemy, and I won’t do anything until the last minute.
I am a freshman print journalism major at the University of Nevada, Reno.