By Tammy Chan (Queens, NY)
While most teenagers fantasize about becoming famous, I dreamed about becoming a journalist. More than anything in the world, that’s what I want and it’s
all I want. I’m one of the fortunate ones who developed this storytelling passion early on and was able to dedicate most of my high school years taking a fighting chance to pursue a career path in this highly competitive market. Every journalism course I’ve taken, every journalist I have met, they all say the same thing: “Most people don’t make it, no matter how bad they want it.” That’s the truth. This is the economy and it just doesn’t need that many journalists. There are two routes you can take after hearing that: You can pursue another career path or you can do what I did – take it, run with it, and use it as motivation. If it’s against all odds that I make it, then I’m going to prove you wrong.
As young female minority, the odds of me succeeding are slim to none. The news anchors that appear every day on the morning and night news are predominately older Caucasian men. Not saying that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’m an 18-year-old Asian-American female. You don’t see any of that on TV let alone in the industry, period. However, I am confident enough to say that I’ve started my path to achieving my dreams early enough to have that safety net – to be able to make those mistakes I need to make in order to grow, to be able to trial and error my way through life’s endeavors, and for being able to test the waters before I have to stick to what I got. So I took the “warning” and ran with it. It’s a risk I was willing to take but how would I ever know if I never try.
Four years later, after proving myself worthy through gaining as much experience I could along the way, I made it to the first milestone of my life. No, it wasn’t my high school graduation, it was the idea that the Monday following my graduation, I would be an intern at the NBC New York – the top major news broadcast network. To be honest when I got the call mid-Monday morning in my guidance counselor’s office, I shed grateful tears as the HR assistant informed me that NBC had decided to hire me. Everyone in the office surrounding the phone, listening to the voice on the speaker list all the great advantages of being an Emma Bowen Foundation scholar. I was speechless, literally. I was overwhelmed with tears because this was something I worked four long years for. It was almost too good to be true.