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Resume

I’ve always known I wanted to be a journalist. Sure, the hours are horrendous, the deadlines are unbearable and don’t even get me started on the bizarre tactics we sometime have use to score that interview.

Of course there are hurdles I’ll have to clear: the inevitable competition and string of “no’s” I’ll have to endure before landing my dream job. But when I see my byline printed above articles that once pushed me to the brinks of sanity and my editor tell me they have spunk, I know that all the criticism is worth it to just write.

So yeah, the juice is totally worth the squeeze.

My enthusiasm for journalism stems from my passion in music, which I inherited from my father, the music major turned chemist who occasionally plays bass in an Atlanta jazz band. My sister took me to see my first concert to Dave Matthews Band at Lakewood Amphitheater in Atlanata when I was 12. This summer will mark my 11th DMB concert.

I write with a beat, and it flows, but not with a little blood, a lot of sweat and never any tears because I’ve already developed the thick skin essential to survive in this business.