My journey with journalism began by accident in my sophomore year of high school.
On Monday, August 8, 2016, I looked at my schedule and saw I had Foundations of Journalism. I was shocked, because I did not sign up for the class. I was supposed to be in Spanish II.
I wanted out of the class. And as soon as walked into it, I made that known to Mr. Terry Cassreino, the journalism advisor. I applied to change my class schedule, but I had no success.
After a week of no progress, my mother made me stay in the class. I hated being there the first two weeks, but I soon realized that I actally had a knack for journalism. I fell in love with the class, and I grew to be very fond of the advisor, Mr. Cassreino.
Being a journalist is one of the titles of which I am most proud. I am a Christian. I serve the St. Joseph Catholic School community as student body president. I am a first trombone in the band. But something about journalism has a special place in my heart. This crazy yet remarkable story on how I got into journalism is a sign to me that I am called to do this and I am blessed beyond reason.
It means a lot that I have the ability to affect the way people take in information, and I don't take that lightly. I am thankful to my mentors all along the way, including my amazing advisor, Mr. Cassreino, whose knowledge of journalism and guidance has shaped me into the journalist I am today. And of course, I am thankful for my mom. If she didn't make me stay in that class and guide me through the process, I don't know if I would be here today.