Take care! Keep your chin up!
-Cary

My name is Amy, and I live in Alabama. I’m a seventeen-year-old with big dreams of the city. You and I share the same dream of becoming a journalist. I shall start by saying what sparked my interest. One of the summer nights before I began my junior year of high school I was watching NBC Nightly News. I enjoyed watching it because I was intrigued about the events going on in the U.S. and throughout the world. While the news was on my mom inquired about why I was watching it, and then she suggested I pursue a career in journalism. From that moment on.. the thought stuck like glue.
So there I was, a high school kid devoting time watching the news as if it were worship in a religion. My mom often teased me about my abnormality. The teasing became serious when I informed her that I truly did want to become a journalist. She didn’t support the idea anymore once she accepted that was what I wanted to do with my life. I started reading Brian’s blogs on the NN website, and that only further developed my dream. After awhile I noticed that you posted comments almost every night. You really put yourself out there, and I knew there was something to it. Before you realized it, I knew you, too, had a passion for becoming a journalist.
I enjoyed reading your posts. However, I was a bit envious because you were already taking the steps toward our dream career. I intended to do the exact same thing, but then again what would a sixteen-year-old have good to say? So, you should find comfort in knowing that you haven’t wasted any time because you didn’t watch NN in high school, just sayin’. It was because I was, in high school, so young that I didn’t exactly know what to do. For that matter, who was going to take me seriously? I haven’t been aggressive enough to run with my dream.
First, it takes a ton of courage to put your thoughts out there for people to have the opportunity to judge. Who cares what people think anyway, except Brian Williams. Secondly, the thought of the unkown terrifies me. It would take someone yearning for adventure to become a journalist. Not to mention the audacity required to go into a field viewed critically. My family hasn’t supported the idea of journalism because it doesn’t pay well. Everyone has to start somewhere. I was planning on ending in the GE Building of the Rockefeller Center. Exactly where you want to I imagine. You’re lucky. You have support. I don’t have that foundation. Hence, this is why my big city dream is deteriorating.
I am proud of you. It pleases me to know that someone else is progressing in their dream. I’m afraid I won’t be able to try a go at mine. No matter how possible, my dream is improbable. I don’t want any regrets though. I suppose I could become a teacher like my great-grandfather always said I would, or give a go to the hectic life of nursing like my mother. I’m about to start college in the fall, and I am completely confused about what to do.
In other news, I’ve been meaning to contact you for some while now. I wanted you to know there’s someone else out there in the world like you. At least that’s what I’ve always wanted to know. I hope that you will email me, please do. I’d love to chat with you. Great job on getting a blog site up, it is a wonderful idea.