When I set foot into my first journalism class in the Fall of 2015, I only had one thought: I am not going to be a journalist. I am here because my parents persuaded me against getting an English degree. I was going to become a storyteller, not a reporter.
I, the self-proclaimed future New York Times best-selling author, picked the path of journalism because it was writing without the painstaking dissection of English literature. My professor was the night news editor for the Miami Herald, Joan Chrissos, and she further cemented my idea of not becoming a reporter. After all, she kept reminding us that we would end up in tiny newsrooms in the middle of nowhere and my life plan did not include the middle of nowhere.