Brisk deadlines, bright lights and the bustling studio; my life had always been engulfed in the journalism lifestyle. My aunt, working at CTV Halifax, would encourage me to visit and participate in the newsroom chaos. After founding my school newspaper and co-hosting a children’s afterschool special on Eastlink TV, I had traded in the science lab for the school’s hallways, interviewing and networking with fellow students.
Trading in my fishing community for the CN tower and Ryerson’s School of Journalism was one of the toughest decisions of my life. I learned how to do the laundry, work under immense pressure, and that journalism wasn’t just a combination of big words and half-knowledge. I learned that university was reality.
After three years of studying journalism at Ryerson, I am now one year away from being a qualified writer, reporter and broadcaster. I have a passion for radio and the 5 o’clock news, and can be found reading the newspaper or surfing music blogs.