By Zack Harold
In all the "When I grow up, I want to be..." essays I wrote in school, I don't think I ever filled in that blank with "a journalist."
When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be a cartoonist. I was more realistic in junior high. By then, I planned to become a professional country musician.
I set my heart on computer programming for much of high school and that plan went farther than the others. I applied, was accepted to and received scholarships for one of the state's best computer engineering programs.
Then, about a month before my high school graduation, I backed out to pursue journalism. And I have FlipSide editors Marina Hendricks and Amy Robinson to thank.
I joined FlipSide on a complete whim the summer before my senior year. I made good grades in English class, but I hardly considered myself a writer. I had no aspirations of writing for a living. Never even considered it an option. But I loved music.
My entrance essay was a short piece on the Beach Boys' "Pet Sounds" album. I don't remember much about that story, but I would probably be very embarrassed to read it now. Still, FlipSide ran it.