When life hands you lemons, THROW THEM BACK.
Michael Ventura quoted me being a badass in the Voice
“I grew up with doom and gloom,” counters Sonja Sharp, 23, who was paralyzed at eight and, despite being told she would never walk again, is now ambulatory. “So you can doom-and-gloom until you’re blue in the face, and I’ll yawn.” She knows things are “apocalyptic” now, but believes journalism will emerge all the stronger for it. “I decided when I was nine—and in a wheelchair—that I would write,” she says. “I still want to be a journalist because I’m stubborn, and dropping in on total strangers and having them open their lives to you is addictive, and I’m not a ‘just say no’ person.”
Sharp turned down an education beat at a Los Angeles weekly in favor of Columbia, and started in the newspaper concentration. “Journalism marries the two things in the world I’m actually good at—being nosy and writing for money,” she says. After graduating, Sharp landed a six-month internship at Mother Jones. “I don’t know where I’ll be next year, but I’ll be somewhere,” she says, adding that uncertainty is fine “when you’re young and you don’t mind living hand-to-mouth.”
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