Why I’ve Chosen Broadcast Journalism as a Career
My essay for my CBS News Apprentice application. Enjoy!
Some people have known what they wanted to do since they were a child; a 5-year old saying he wanted to become a doctor and actually becoming one. This was not the case with me. Throughout my childhood, high school career, and even some of my college years, my idea of my dream job varied from one end of the spectrum to the other. At one point I wanted to be a veterinarian; at another point I wanted to go into music. This all changed, though, after one week in April of 2013—one week that would completely solidify what I truly wanted to do.
The day started out like any normal day: I, a 19-year-old living in the suburbs of Boston, woke up and went to work. The day thus far had seemed like any boring, normal day. I arrived back home around 2:00pm, turned on WBZ, muted it, and jumped on Skype with a friend.
I remember everything from this point on clearly and vividly. While videochatting, I took a quick glance over at the TV to see a headline that said something along the lines of “TWO EXPLOSIONS AT THE BOSTON MARATHON.” I remember saying to my friend on Skype, “Woah, there was two explosions at the Marathon. That’s weird.” I figured it was nothing, though, perhaps a gas line had burst, and we went back to our normal conversation.
I looked over again a little while later to see that this breaking news was still being covered. I was seeing videos of people panicking, blood on the sidewalks, horrible images that I can still recall to this day. At that point I realized this was not normal—something big was happening.
I told my friend I had to go, got off Skype, and sat in front of the television with my father, both of us in shock. At this point, at least one person had been pronounced dead and the number of people injured was steadily rising. I went to a friend’s house later in the day, and his family was in the same sort of state: sitting in front of the TV, awestruck at this horror we were watching that was taking place 15 minutes from our houses.
I spent the rest of that week glued to the television as the FBI released the names and photos of the suspects, as towns right down the street from me were placed into lockdown, as Dzhokhar Tsarnaev was found and arrested. It was amazing to me that all of these places that were being broadcasted all over the world (Boylston Street, Watertown, UMass Dartmouth) I had been to a million times before. This wasn’t just a Boston thing—this was a worldly thing.
That’s when it hit me. That second when I realized how dependent I was on the news for information regarding the suspects and the manhunt, I knew I wanted to go into broadcast journalism. For me, the Boston Marathon Bombing hit close to home because it happened 15 minutes away from where I lived, I had friends that knew Tsarnaev, and I knew others that were stuck in the lockdown. But for millions and millions of people, people from California to England, this wasn’t a personal thing. Had it not been for the amazing stations that carried out impeccable coverage of this horrible event, these people would never have known the horrors of such a despicable crime and terrifying week. These stations connect us to the world, show us the important things that we would never have experienced otherwise.
It’s one thing to watch a news segment about a terrorist event; it’s another thing when it happens in your backyard. As someone who actually felt it, both the fear and resilience experienced by the city of Boston was conveyed exceptionally through the hundreds, more likely thousands, of segments I saw.
And that’s what I want to do. I want to make these events real for everyone, not just the people that were close enough to experience it. I want to bring these feelings right into their living rooms as well as it was done during that fateful week in April 2013.












