Alex Butler

I’m from High River, AB. You may know it as Smallville in the original Superman movies. Yeah, I know. Born and raised in Smallville. It’s absurd.
I have always wanted to be a writer. Even if I won the lottery and never had to work, I would still want to become a journalist. I want to do something that matters and be constantly learning.
My favourite book is the Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov.
To procrastinate, I do things I absolutely hate just so I don’t have to write my story, I’ll do anything. The only cure is calling my parents, it makes me feel guilty so I do my work.
It’s a cliche, but I think a good quote to live by is “fortune favours the bold.” If you want something, you have to make it happen yourself, and bold moves are cosmically rewarded.
After grad I want to just go out into the world and travel. I don’t care where, I just don’t want to be in a school. By then it’s time for real life learning.
If I could have dinner with anyone, I think I would pick my grandfather. I never met him, but he was a journalist and I’ve seen a lot of his work. Everyone says we would have gotten along well and I’d want to find out.
My favourite part of journalism is the interview high. After a good interview, I get an adrenaline rush. It’s the up in my up and down relationship with journalism school.
The hardest lesson to learn is that chickening out of calling someone or talking to someone, only hurts myself. It’s hard to not let fear and embarrassment get in the way.
If I could work anywhere, it would be National Geographic. I would take pictures of cool animals, then write 6000-word features about how awesome it was. Or be a foreign correspondent somewhere.

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