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I have an obsession. And that obsession is sports.
I obviously have chosen to attend the University of La Verne to receive a degree in journalism. I went into this knowing the industry is known to be dying.
In the last few months it has been hard to not hear Nicki Minaj on the radio, whether it was on singer Trey Songz’ “Bottoms Up,” Sean Kingston’s “Dutty Love” or her own song “Your Love.”
Covering a sporting event is one of the most exciting things to do in the field of journalism. You get to feel the energy of the crowd, the emotions of the players and the thrill of the game.
During one of our weekly editorial board meetings, we were discussing what we would like to put into our “New Governor Wish List.” All of the editors present, excluding me, said to ask our new Gov. Jerry Brown to support gay marriage.
Although there was nothing close to it on the Nov. 2 ballot, gay marriage is still an issue that must be dealt with. And by that I mean it should be legalized. The fact of the matter is there is no real argument against legalizing gay marriage.
As of July, I finally entered the 21st century of technology; I got my first cell phone. Yes, be shocked. I constantly heard throughout high school and my freshman year of college comments of astonishment whenever I would say I did not have a cell phone.
The smell of marijuana is in the air, or at least the proposal of it, due to hit voter ballots next week. Whether or not the law passes, proponents and opponents are agreeing on one thing: the bill is flawed.
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.