When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I declared that I wanted to be a doctor, as most children declare. I wasn’t good at science and I didn’t have any doctors that I looked up to, but that’s the generic answer that I chose to give.
When I got to middle school, I was extremely interested in law and history. I would come home from school and watch Judge Judy, Judge Mathis and Judge Joe Brown and imagine that it was me sitting there with the black robe delivering verdicts.
My love of law and history followed into high school. I always made good grades in my history classes, my teachers loved me and I loved them. I was reading something in one of my history classes about a High School Law Institute that was going to be held on Saturdays at NYU. I immediately texted my mother the information. She was interested too! *Thanks mom*
Before I knew it, I was taking the train to NYU every Saturday for a couple of months to participate in mock trials and learning the different types of law. I didn’t hesitate to get up in the morning to deal with the weekend MTA. That’s how I knew I was extremely interested. When I graduated from the program, I was so proud of myself and my mom and grandmother were too. It was great and I wanted to do it again.
Soon after, I received a pamphlet in the mail about the Junior Statesmen of America. They were having a summer program at Princeton University. I was specifically interested in the AP U.S. History program. I applied, paid the fee and before I knew it, I was spending a summer at Princeton University with people from all over the world. This was my first time away from my family for a long time and my first time by myself on a college campus. Double whammy. It was a great experience, but soon after I started to realize that I wasn’t as passionate about history and law as I thought I was.
My favorite part of both of those subjects was reading about the characters and writing. When I got to college I decided to be a History major with minors in Africana Studies (because I love my history) and Journalism (because I love to write).
The first 2 semesters of history BLEW MY MIND. I was doing bad, not failing, but it wasn’t good at all and if I wanted to go to graduate school, I needed to go another route. Journalism was my savior. I loved the behind the scenes aspect, the digital learning and I was damned good at it. I spent a total of 3 semesters in journalism classes. My teachers were always in awe of the content that I was producing. Fun fact: this VERY blog came out of one of my journalism classes. I was also very happy and felt fulfilled. I had found my calling.
Because I only had 3 semesters of training, I thought that I should go to graduate school so that I could get more. I applied to 6 schools and got into all of them. It was just a matter of price and location. I chose the school that would give me an all around, “world-class” education. At the end, especially in the political climate that I was thrust into…I HATED JOURNALISM. I came away with a BUNCH of great skills though, so I couldn’t be mad.
When I was in school, I was a social media analyst. Tracking data to make informed decisions about our social media and newsletter performance. I also had two jobs as a crime reporter. IT WAS SO FUN!
Currently, I work at a startup! I help connect clients to freelancers. My background in journalism has helped me in more ways than I could imagine in this role. I am also analyzing data a lot too, and I’m learning sooooo many transferable skills.
So the short answer is no, I am NOT doing what my childhood self thought I would be doing, but I am happy!