Series: How I Got Here: Part 2

I was a precocious nine-year-old when I straight-faced insisted to my grandma that I was going to be a Broadway star one day. I should note that I can’t dance and my singing skills are much more karaoke than they are American Idol-worthy. When I was in seventh grade, I told grandma, in my most hubristic fashion, that I was going to be Katie Couric when I grew up. No, I didn’t necessarily mean a news anchor, I really meant I was going to be Katie Couric. In college, I determined without much research or thought that I should choose journalism as.

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