Journalism is the activity or profession of writing for newspapers, magazines or new websites, or preparing news to broadcast. This is the definition for every person who is not in the field. But for Penn State students like me, Black Journalism students on this campus experience quite the déjà vu.
My story here at PSU did come with its challenges, from not being able to complete my journalism classes with the advisor’s wishes, completing the 2+2 program in a year and a half and even my fair share of “no’s” within clubs and opportunities. I have seen and felt it all as a journalism student here. However, there is an added layer and pressure that comes with fighting for every spot on this campus — your race.
Isn’t college fun…
Sadly, attending a PWI all throughout my life, I’ve had my fair share of experiences with racism, bullying and sexism as well. But the world of journalism (inside the university and beyond during post-grad) is a place of fighting for your way to the top. Not only does the industry still have major issues with sexism but also racial disparities within the stories and narratives covered in the field.
This translates not only into the real world of journalism but here within this university as well. Students are fighting for reporting positions, photography and media relations internships with the football team and other professional experiences packed into these four years that cultivate that perfect piece of paper.
#Grinding
That resume is everything. The hard work you do matters, and the next five years of your life will be a consistent struggle story until you finally put the #work in when you accomplish your real goal.
But as a Black student here, that is consistently racing through my mind as I audition for every job and make sure I’m involved in eight different organizations. You have to make sure you make space for your racial awareness, but still allow yourself to make sure you’re on one e-board and if you’re not… well you’re shit outta luck. Not to mention the fact that 98% of the time you are the only Black person to audition and apply for these positions on campus.
There was one space that Penn State provided me this summer where I truly felt at home. Honestly, before coming to university, I had never even heard of it. But trust me, it changed my life for the better. Being in this environment solidified every moment of imposter syndrome and self-depreciation that I am still here and trying to make my dreams come true. I owe it all to one organization that showed me that there is more than just Robin Roberts who chased after her dreams and got it…NABJ.
NAB… What?
The National Association of Black Journalists, better known as the NABJ, is an organization that aims to celebrate and support Black people within journalism. Its founders are the pinnacle of our ancestors’ wildest dreams and attending their national convention.
I was able to make connections with other NABJ chapters within the U.S., interview with national organizations and, most importantly, sit in panels with experienced people in the field. I felt at home. For a few moments, I honestly felt imposter syndrome leave my body for five minutes.
But the one thing that I learned from that experience is that I Matter.
In everything, just remember you matter
Throughout my life, I have always felt less than in every aspect. From my looks to how smart I was and what I was doing with my life, I knew that writing and building connections with people by telling their authentic stories and educating others. NABJ taught me that the world that I am in now, while it is the majority, is still waiting for me.
No matter how hard Penn State is, I am still striving to become the best version of myself that will inspire other students to continue their passions of journalism. You don’t know you. One day, that might be you hosting that show on ABC, showcasing the latest news in America.
How are your experiences within Penn State shaping you into who you’ve become? Let us know by tweeting us @VALLEYmag.
