Chalk can’t quell the quill

I have a horrible habit of getting in trouble for being too inquisitive. When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher became so fed up with my thirst for extra knowledge that he decided to give me a quota every day. He would mark a white chalked tally in the upper left hand of the blackboard, and when I hit my limit of ten I should be quiet. It never quelled my curiosity.

That anecdote disappeared from my memory until about a year ago, when I was looking back on why I wanted to be a journalist. One thing is certain: the drive is still present a decade later.

But it’s not just the pursuit of knowledge in itself, but a quest to share the voices of humanity through the written word.

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