I am a devout conservative Catholic and have been for the past 19 years today.

People tell me all the time that journalism is dead. That there is no possible way to make it in a digital world with a print background. And you know what I have to say to that? Well, most of the time it involves a lot of yelling, perhaps some crying and a few curse words strung in for added effect.

As hopefully everyone knows, obesity is a national epidemic and sadly the bad eating habits have been passed on to younger people, including children. In a time of economic crisis, people are working multiple jobs to pay the bills and therefore overlook healthy eating as a part of their busy day.

I should be considered a superhero. No, seriously. I am not even being arrogant when I say that. At nearly 19 years old I realized I give a lot of myself for the benefit of those who need things more than I do. This all started March 2009, during my senior year of high school.

I make movies look like liars. I do not drink, I do not use drugs, illegal or legal, and my sex life is as nonexistent as it can possibly be. Am I upset by this? Not one bit.

When I think about how many cell phones I have had in my life I am reminded of the story “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” minus the porridge. So instead of being almost eaten I ended up with 12 cellular phones, some of which were not even worth the upgrade.

I am not one to get star struck. One of the first things you learn as a reporter is that everyone is equal, some people have different expertise.

During my freshman year at ULV, I found myself using Facebook as a getaway from homework. In the middle of writer’s block, I would use keyboard shortcuts to open my Facebook homepage.

I hate being alone. No, really. Ask my friends, or look at their phones, which probably have 20 unanswered text messages at this very second. Now at 21 years old, I got lonely.

When my parents first told me that we were going to take a family vacation to Mexico City, I got a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.