Charlene Hewitt

Journalism is not a practical career choice! That's the belief that I bought into back in 2001 -- when newspapers were doing well. The field was far too competitive, and I thought I didn't have a shot in hell. I tried something more "practical," so I tried to pursue a degree in business administration. I'd almost rather cut off my leg with a rusty machete than spend 30 years in the corporate world. Almost. So I had a few fun jobs, like making lattes and walking dogs. Then I had a kid. As any new mother does, I mentally rehearsed all of the speeches I ever imagined I would give her, from the advice I would give when someone hurts her feelings or the words I would choose when a love interest breaks her heart. Of course, I imagined all the things she could be, and I imagined giving her a less cliche reach-for-the-stars bit. But how could I tell her to pursue her goals, to believe in herself, to do her best, if I never did? I knew I couldn't be a hypocrite. If she's anything like me, she'll roll her eyes and think, "What does she know?" So here I am, a 30-year-old mother, an undergrad, taking classes at the University of Florida with 19-year-olds, many of whom are terribly intelligent, brilliant writers. I'm humbled. And grateful.