Photo by Grant Tetmeyer I’m a writer — always have been and always will.
For a lot of people talking came before reading and writing but for me I was shy so I learned how to read before I spoke to my peers. I was born in India in the year 1999 and moved to Iowa in 2000; I didn’t learn English until I entered elementary school. So writing was one of my favorite forms of communication, I didn’t have to stutter or try to translate a word on the spot. As I walked into my high school, I started speaking English as if it were my first language. I abandoned my writing skills in my sophomore year of high school. I started exploring the maths and sciences as it is seen as the “universal language.” I still enjoyed my English classes — I still talk to my AP Literature and Composition (AP Lit) teacher to this day. I liked reading the assigned books but I didn’t like the analysis that followed — I just wanted to write about the facts. (Now, I’m going to break this imaginary wall and talk to you, the reader, directly: if I remember anything from my AP Lit class, this last sentence involves a term called “foreshadowing.”) I remember sitting in class fascinated with the concepts of psychology and I wanted to learn more. By the time high school graduation came around, I was enrolled at Iowa State University majoring in psychology with the intention to go to medical school. Halfway through my first semester, I wanted to drop out of school. I hated every one of my classes, from psychology to biology. I remember failing my third chemistry exam in a row and forced to figure out a new career path — medical school was not for me. So I went back to writing and it healed me a little. I didn’t know what I wanted to do but I started by looking at areas that involved writing. I didn’t want to take an English class at the time since it wasn’t the type of writing I was looking for. I decided to take a journalism class since I was an avid news consumer and the career involved writing. I haven’t looked back since. From the frantic calls for last minute sources to the endless all-nighters, the life of a journalist is exhausting and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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