Hi, I'm Eva.

If you were to imagine the first freshman to ever join The Tower Newspaper (“a weekly tradition since 1928”), a specific type of student may come to mind.  A real trailblazer: someone who borrowed her older brother’s staff sweatshirt and wore it on the first day of class; a Wildcats fan through and through, dividing her love between all-star Troy Bolton and Medill; someone who can probably quote Sanjay Gupta.

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In reality, I wasn’t so gung-ho. 

 

I took Honors Journalism as an eighth grader because I had exhausted the opportunities at my middle school and my first choice, Latin, was full.  A poet at heart with a crippling shyness, I resolved that I would grin and bear Advanced Journalism I and The Tower Newspaper for a year, switch into creative writing, and forget it ever happened.

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One independent study (Advanced Journalism IV!), one Detroit Free Press internship, and countless mentors later, I realize now that both visions of who I felt I could be didn’t paint the complete picture.

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(The Wildcats thing actually ended up not being too far from the mark, just head about 35 minutes south-- go Maroons!)

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As a journalist, I deal in the art of truths, as well as how said truths develop over time into fact.

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And the fact of my life is that when I tripped into the world of bylines, cutlines, and sidelines, I became wholly and utterly hooked on the inherent awkwardness of what it means to be a journalist: shedding the idea of being the “main character” in the stories you tell, and cheering on as a supporting character in the lives of those with stories to share.

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(I know, that was a biased statement. It won’t happen again-- see for yourself by viewing the rest of my portfolio.)