If there’s one word that epitomizes my college career it’s “tweener.”
My deceased Dad instilled in me to be an independent thinker, and for the past four years I’ve done it the nontraditional way.
I opened up my undergraduate taking college classes full-time as 16-year-old junior in high school through a program called Post Secondary Enrollment Optioning Program.
I want to give my first shout out to Chris “Chitown” Cox who opened up his home to me my first two years after my family moved to Chicago.
Then at age 18, I took a Repelling Course that coincided with a FTX trip with University of Cincinnati’s Army ROTC. It was essentially a training ground, where I repelled off a tower, and for a demo helicopter exercise I shot down a cable without a wall.
Bryan Mullins, if we ever are the first ones to get drafted, we’ll now then what we signed up for as 18-year-olds.
I began writing for my student news organization the News Record my second year. A shout out to current editor-in-chief Ariel Cheung for giving me my first byline for the College Living section. She taught me a lot of journalistic fundamentals that I still use.
For two years I was apart of the UC club soccer team. A club full of diversity with students from a slew of programs: Arts and Sciences, Design, Architecture, Arts, and Planning, Engineering & Applied Science, Conservatory of Music and Business and Grad programs.
Both seasons we qualified for the regional tournament — a first for the team — before going on to Nationals the second season and finishing as one of the top 16 teams in the country.
My third year of college I attended a couple mixers with a fraternity. I subsequently was offered a bid to join the college party boys but rejected it. That life was too typical and mainstream for me.
At the close of my third year I landed my coveted sports editor position at the News Record. That spring quarter was the twilight of my undergrad. I got paid what I love to do most —write and edit sports. I had a weekly column that published every Monday.
A round of applause for the best boss I’ve worked for — Gin Ando ladies and gentleman. Gin was always there to assist me with a page design or formatting issue. I take pride in knowing that I worked elbow-to-elbow with one of the best writers of our graduating class.
Sam Weinberg and I were co-editors. He eased me into the office. I still refuse to concede to him that he could post articles online faster than me. Sam, your sarcastic tone in columns never got old like when your Texans beat the Bengals or your perpetual belittling of Cleveland sports.
The sports editor that I replaced Sam Elliott really showed me the ropes for sports journalism. He gave me a plethora of tips and mechanics that I will always use in my writing.
A big thanks to Garrett Sabelhaus, who assigned me my first sports article and took me to my first presser.
I must have set some sort of TNR record for most articles; near 100 for the amount of quarters I was an editor, which was a grand total of one. I turned down the chance to be editor my final year when I was offered an internship with the Philadelphia Union that was equivalent to a fall co-op without pay.
But I never went through with the internship. I suffered an injury my final year that forced me to take my remaining classes online.
I want to give a big thanks to my friend Kristina Cho who visited me routinely in the hospital and collected newspapers when I was out of town.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the gratitude I have for my mom who was my number one reader and printed my clips and put them in sleeves in a folder.
After floating around for four years exploring what I’m passionate about, I found it—writing.