Wow, I just had a flashback. I worked for CBS in 1972 (ok, so I am 51) as an intern at both the Democratic and Republican conventions. I was a college journalism major. What an amazing experience it was. Towards the end, there was this little story about a break in at the Watergate hotel. Little did we know then what this would turn into.
I was 19, looked like a "hippie" and spent a lot of time working on stories on the demonstrations. One night, I got thrown in a truck by the Miami police who would not pay attention to my press tags, during a demonstration. My boss had to come bail me out of booking. That summer was a defining time in my life when my politics were formed.
I encourage all of you to have as many adventures as you can starting in your teens. You never know where these will lead you.
ps. I decided after that summer to expand my studies out of just journalism. I had some great mentors, some of whom you would recognize because they have been on your tv screens. Thanks for letting me stroll down the memory lane.
The shirts. The buttons. The capes. That feeling you get when you first glimpse the arena and all the empty pits, and the only thing is promise. When the last bit of confetti has fallen, and nobody leaves the field.
We are fortunate. - Taylor [more] 
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