I was 16 when I first walked into a newsroom.
It was WCCM in Lawrence, Massachusetts (city motto: Arson Capital of the Nation!). I was a high-school senior in the town next door. My school had an internship program where I could get out of the hellish school day on a half-day and intern in what would allegedly be my chosen career. I wanted to be a writer, but the local paper didn’t take high school interns. Continue reading
