As I sat in the gray uncomfortable chairs, surrounded by reporters who have known each other for years, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Despite being new to the game, I knew that my appearance and diligent notes were crucial. When the game ended, I positioned myself at the front row of the press conference and steadied my voice as I asked questions. A male reporter even complimented me on asking a technical question, which made me feel proud of my capabilities.
As the deadline approached, I rushed to finish the story, relishing in the stress and feeling of being the last to leave. Seeing my name under the headline brought me immense joy and a sense of accomplishment. The pride I felt from finishing a story that was better than my last one made all the panic worthwhile. My family would eagerly read my story and praise it for days to come.
The enjoyment of this process drove me forward even amidst the pressure and anxiety that came with my career choice. These moments of pride and satisfaction were why I had chosen this path. As gameday faded away, I began preparing for the next one, looking forward to finding new stories to tell and challenges to overcome. Despite nerves, stress, and uncertainty, nothing could deter me from pursuing my passion for journalism.
