Until last Friday, never had I ever set foot in the midwest. I’d never even spent a significant amount of time with people from the midwest. In fact, to tell the truth, I’ve avoided it as much as possible. Born and raised in Los Angeles, I was the spoiled, “I’ll only live in LA or NYC,” kid. I’ve been to other cities — Philadelphia, New Orleans, Miami — but nothing like Columbia, Mo. I remember being a senior in high school, seeing that Mizzou was the top journalism school in the country, and immediately disregarding it because of where it’s located.
It’s funny how life works — five years later, fresh out of undergrad, I’m here. After nearly a week in Missouri, we’ve toured the journalism school and the local NBC-affiliate station. I’ve been to a Waffle House for the first time. And I’ve learned that it’s not so bad. I wouldn’t say I prefer it to Los Angeles or that I regret going to school at Pepperdine overlooking the Pacific, but it’s neither miserable nor desolate.
The realization I’ve come to is that starting my career in a smaller city wouldn’t be bad. The high school and college sports are magnified, and the experience may not be just beneficial but possibly also preferred. My views have been widened and my be all-end all is no longer strictly west coast/east coast.
-- Alysha Tsuji
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