I am multi-skilled and versatile, equally passionate about international current affairs as I am about arts and culture.
I have a charismatic screen presence and a tight and lively writing style. I can self-shoot and edit on multiple software packages.
I called the Upper West Side home for a couple of years, before my parents made the decision
to move North to, yes, the suburbs. Life was good there and I thrived, but who’s to say what would
have happened had I spent more time in my formative years in New York City?
The expression “become a person” is tossed around a lot in my social sphere. While I think
that people experience major personal growth opportunities every two to three years, my first
was Sophomore year of High School. There was no direct cause for this – I didn’t lose a family member, receive unfortunate medical
news, or suffer a devastating break up, rather, my social IQ just clicked. It’s at this point
where my memories, decisions, conversations, and experiences became more memorable and interesting.
It’s this point where I, well, consider myself a person.
I really didn’t like the suburban sphere that I lived in. I found it too conventional and plain. I was frustrated.
Midway through my sophomore year, I began interning in New York City.
Not for conventional office jobs – those internships that are so highly sought after each summer. I was
working in new media, and because I was very young, I pretty much had to start at the most unconventional place I could.
Over time (maybe this was my second becoming-a-person) I found that I was more normative
than I might have thought I was, but my experiences with these alterative media companies
in New York City still proved valuable.
After I graduated from High School, I decided to head to Paris for a little bit to, honestly, “try it out.”
I planned to eventually attend American University (not the school, the system.) Probably out of obligation.
I fell in love in Paris. Everything enamored me. I did some writing, some travelling, a lot of dating, too.
The experiences changed my life and put me on track for doing what
I want to do today: international reporting.
Now, here I am. I study French at the upper-division level (two years ago, I couldn’t
tell you the word for I, and I probably would have spelled Moi like my sister, “mwa.”)
Coupled with my Journalism degree, I hope to be based in Paris as a reporter
when I’m older. I like to write, but live Television is fun, and I can’t
say I don’t enjoy the glamour of that.
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