I’m one of the few Carleton journalism students from Regina, Saskatchewan. I want to be a journalist because as long as I can remember I’ve been telling stories, and you know what they say, truth is often stranger (and more compelling) than fiction. My favorite book might be The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro. Or it might be Fall on your Knees by Ann-Marie MacDonald, I’m not really sure. To procrastinate while I should be working on journalism assignments, I usually phone my mom. Or I talk with my roommate Christine, who is also in journalism, about how we should really stop procrastinating and get some work done!
I have many quotes to live by posted on colored cue cards above my desk. One of my favorites is “As a face is reflected in water, so a person is reflected by their heart,” yeah, that’s from Proverbs 27:19. I really believe in all that love thy neighbor stuff. After graduation, I would like to volunteer abroad, preferably in Africa or South America, and preferably with children, and preferably taking some really cool documentary footage while I’m doing it. If I could have dinner with one person, living or dead, it would probably be Ella Fitzgerald, the woman who helped me find my voice and love of jazz. My favorite moment of J-School so far has been a tie between meeting my journalism idol, Nelofer Pazira, and publishing and distributing a first-year journalism ‘zine laiden with innuendo last year for the benefit of all my classmates. The hardest lesson I’ve learned in J-School so far is that perfection is not always attainable. I’m still working on being OK with that. If I could get a job anywhere it would be as a documentary producer/researcher for an independent company that makes films that change the way people think. Preferably one that could actually afford to pay me a decent salary (I realize the latter is virtually unattainable, but hey—a girl can dream).