Journalism classes would have been interesting to me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It turned out I really didn't like journalism. I wanted to make up stories, not cover real events.
I was a newspaper editor in high school, and I truly thought of journalism as a career. I loved it.
I expected to go into journalism or law.
When I was in college, there were a couple years there where I was just not sure what to do, and it was actually my mom who suggested I take some journalism classes.
In the '50s and '60s, journalism wasn't a profession. It wasn't something you went to college for - it was really more of a trade. You had a lot of guys who came up working in newspapers at the copy desk, or delivery boys, and then they would somehow become reporters afterward and learn on the job.
I'd gotten myself into a kind of journalism that wasn't really compatible with rearing an infant. I'd been a foreign correspondent for a long time and had this subspecialty in covering catastrophes. It had spoiled me a little because you have a tremendous amount of autonomy, and I couldn't really see being an editor in an office.
I became a journalist because one didn't have to specialise.
I always wanted to be some kind of writer or newspaper reporter. But after college... I did other things.
I went into broadcast journalism. I loved every class I took, I just got anxious because I came to the realization that you're groomed in high school to get good SAT scores to get into a good college or else you're done for.
After I left high school and got my GED, I studied broadcast journalism for a year at a community college.