Six years ago as I was about to begin my undergraduate career at The University of Iowa majoring in journalism, a fellow Chinese student who’d switched her major from communications studies to business ruthlessly doubted my choice.
“How on earth will you be able to compete against your American classmates?” she asked. “You probably won’t even find a job back home.”
Harsh as she sounded, she had a point.
For two months last summer, I lived in a state of constant worry and stress. I was on a full-time internship in New York while completing my Master’s in journalism at Northwestern University. I spent nearly all my spare time applying for jobs, networking—something I had to force myself to do—and going on job interviews.
“How on earth will you be able to compete against your American classmates?” she asked. “You probably won’t even find a job back home.”
Harsh as she sounded, she had a point.
For two months last summer, I lived in a state of constant worry and stress. I was on a full-time internship in New York while completing my Master’s in journalism at Northwestern University. I spent nearly all my spare time applying for jobs, networking—something I had to force myself to do—and going on job interviews.
