(20)17 Reasons Why BuzzFeed Should Hire Me

  1. I’m majoring in journalism. BuzzFeed= journalism, therefore, I should work for BuzzFeed.
  2.  I’ve been around for quite some time. I’ve seen BuzzFeed grow, people come and go, and the company change.
  3.  I’m already familiar with over half of the Los Angeles staff, because I’ve either seen them in a video, follow them on twitter, or have stalked them on your website.
  4. I’m great at making puns for headlines.
  5.  I love Los Angeles, and I love the culture there. I’m ready to move out of Ohio and go to the palm trees.
  6.  I’m constantly looking at and for news, which would be useful for reporting.
  7.  Cat memes and pictures ALWAYS make me laugh. I even wrote a story on cats, then ‘went to take pictures’ and  spent two hours taking pictures of them.
  8.  I visit Buzzfeed.com daily.
  9.  I’m great at traveling and navigating, and I’m willing to leave my cat behind for a few weeks to travel.
  10.  I’m particularly interested in BuzzFeed Unsolved. Let’s go ghost hunting.
  11.  I want to do investigative work, because that is an area that really interests me. Check back in a year for an update on that.
  12.  I like music, and I have extensive knowledge on the topic.
  13.  Some people consider me ‘edgy’, so I would fit right in with the rest of the staff. Black skinny jeans? Every. day.
  14.  Shoutout to Kat Angus for making the best quizzes. I’d also be great at making quizzes, so if you need help, DM me.
  15.  Once again, I have an extensive knowledge on cats, and I am able to take amazing photos. My back up career? Cat photojournalist.
  16.  I know how to read and write, and that’s always a plus. I got an A in AP English and Composition and an A in AP English Literature and Composition, so this proves I know how to English.
  17.  I was on The Chronicle staff.

All in all, I’m thankful for The Chronicle to have taught me everything I know so far about journalism. Over these past three years, I’ve learned so much, and I can’t wait to see what will happen in the future. To the incoming staff- be on your best behaviour. Don’t sass Asia (but you can Ryan). If you put forth your effort, you will be successful. GET IT DONE. Otherwise you will dig yourself into a dark whole and no one will be happy with you. Good luck, and I’ll be watching.

P.S. Check out BuzzFeed.com in 5-7 years, because you may see Ashton Nichols as a producer. Just saying.





“Your boss or another type of an authority figure at work needs your help with a big problem, and you may have to put a planned family event on hold for a few days to deal with it. The good news is that this interruption in your normally scheduled programming of life will create more opportunity than frustration. Explaining that to disappointed family members might help them accept the change in plans. This is your time to shine brightly.” 11/17/16 Horoscope from astrology.com (http://www.astrology.com/horoscope/daily/leo.html)

Unlike most people, I’m actually a believer in horoscopes. Horoscopes do not determine fate (they’re usually extremely broad), but they’re something fun which people can look to break up everyday life.

In 7th grade, I read a novel called Aries Rising, written by Bonnie Hill. In the midst of my book reading career, I didn’t know much about astrology, but I  picked up the book at the annual Scholastic Book Fair. After reading it, I became enticed in astrology and horoscopes.

I was born on August 5, which means I’m considered a Leo. Here are common attributes of a Leo.

Leo Strengths:

– Confident (me, on a good day)
– Ambitious (me)
– Generous (I hope so)
– Loyal (me)
– Encouraging (me)

Leo Weaknesses:

– Pretentious
– Domineering (I like to think I came out of my bossy years with childhood)
– Melodramatic
– Stubborn (ME)

I know that astrology isn’t 100% accurate, but at the same time, it gives me another reason to take a Buzzfeed quiz to find out Where I Should Travel Next Based on My Zodiac Sign  or What Candy I Am Based On My Zodiac Sign .






From the day I stepped foot onto Dwire Field four years ago, the William Mason High School Marching Band has been my family.

We practice together. We live and breathe together. We spend over twenty hours a week together,  and I respect and love each and every person in the band. We’ve accomplished 6th, 5th, and 4th place in the nation, along with a trip to the Rose Parade in the small time I’ve been here. Our band program is nationally ranked, and one of the best in the nation. I’m fortunate to be a apart of this program, as it has played a large role in my character today. Being on time is being early, and once you step a singular foot onto the field, you must be aware at all times about everything going on around you. We are a unit–a tight knit bunch of band kids who crave the thrill of performance.

I was sitting in the 4th quarter stands tonight, however, when I heard news that was sickening. Mason kids were being unsupportive of each other. Calling us names, booing, shouting? We are supposed to be one. Mason is my home, and we shouldn’t be putting each other down.

This past month itself has been one filled with loss, shock, and sadness. Yet we choose to look to the bright side. We are behind these recent events; one action does not define who we are as a group, just like one action shouldn’t define what Mason is. Yet it does, but only because we let it be this way.

My band family doesn’t want to be called names, or be booed as we present ourselves to the audience. We may spend countless hours practicing to make sure every detail is perfect, but I would not trade it for the world. Our marching band is a team. Mason, we are a team. We should be sticking up for each other, not tearing each other down. With the past few weeks, I think everyone should have realized this. Negativity spreads, but it doesn’t have to.

It’s time to be the nicest school in America again. We need kindness to fill the air, not words of disrespect or hate.

William Mason High School, we are a team, so let’s act like one.

(This title was censored, so you can’t see it)


Journalism isn’t the ordinary classroom.

Most classrooms are independent. They are structured to have the teacher do their lesson, homework is given, then the students leave and repeat this process for countless hours.

I’ve been blessed by being accepted into a different kind of classroom. We are allowed to share all of our ideas, and we have the freedom to write what we wish. We discuss ideas everyday. I’ve learned this year that not all of them will be amazing; but it’s always worth sharing.

This isn’t just for classrooms though. If we didn’t have journalism, we wouldn’t have ideas. Everything would be the same; there’s no room for transition or new ideas to grow because people won’t be exposed to them. It takes a spark to light a revolution, and words are that spark.

If we don’t see, read, or hear new ideas that are going on around us, how are we supposed to learn?

I take my ideas often from inspirations I see around me. Censoring what ideas go into the media is taking away our rights, or taking away the things we see. As freedom of press is relevant in our era, without journalism, we don’t have that. We couldn’t open up a newspaper and see a feature story about Transgender Bathrooms, or the effects of drugs and parties in high school. These stories for me are what makes The Chronicle the newspaper it is, because I want our students to know that we aren’t afraid to make a statement or say what we support, uncensored. And to me, that’s what is important.

I wouldn’t trade being on The Chronicle for the world, because we help bring those students from the depths of censorship, to   the world of blossoming ideas. Mason High School needs this, because students need to be able to see outside the topics that are only talked about in class.

MBC is notorious for sharing the heart-warming stories that most people wouldn’t think to learn about. I remember seeing a story the other day about a guy whose been behind the scenes of our basketball team. He works just as hard as the coaches, yet he receives no credit. However, he loves what he does. Without MBC, we wouldn’t know about the actors in Halloween Haunt, or the cute service dogs that come to our school to help students.

Without The Chronicle and MBC, what are we as a school?

We’ll always be producing the latest news, or making the next big statement as a staff.

We might not be seen, but we’ll always be heard.

That’s what Journalism means to me: fighting for what you believe in, even though sometimes people don’t follow. But that’s okay, I’ve shared my ideas.

Now it’s your turn.

I still don’t know.

Opinion, Uncategorized


“What do you want to do with your life?”

These nine words send a chill down my spine every time I hear them.

“I don’t know.” My simple answer. Then the person who asked gives me a judgmental glare, and I move on with my day.

What people don’t know is that those nine words will probably drag me to the unavoidable insanity I’ll have. I’m a sophomore, and yet I’m constantly asked that burning question of my future life decisions.

It feels now people are getting ready for college and jobs and life sooner and sooner, but I just want to be a kid. I want to be able to go home and go play outside again and ride my bike and not be up until 2am every night doing homework that probably won’t even get checked. I want to relive the days of childhood where people aren’t asking me all the time what I like to do, then the asking another question of ‘would you want to do this when you grow up?’ It seems to me that even as a child, I had  always aspired to go Duke (and I still do today), but when I was asked where I wanted to go, my response was always “Duke University”. I still love Duke today, and I definitely want to apply there, but I just don’t understand why I wanted to go there as a child so badly when I didn’t even grasp the basic idea of what college is.

Society shouldn’t ask exactly which college you want to go to, what you want to major in, and then which job you want to have when I’m not even out of high school yet. 50%-70% of college students change their majors at least once. However, the average is changing it at least 3 times. As I haven’t even taken all of the classes I want to take yet in high school; I can’t possibly know what I want to do for the next 40 years. I’m so inexperienced that I need more time to decide what I like and what I don’t. One day I may love biology, and the next I might want to never talk about it again. Things change, and schools need to learn that minds do too.

Forever will I silently applaud the kids that wake up one day knowing what they want to do, because I don’t even know what color socks I want to wear tomorrow. Some people are like that, they’re the lucky ones who know from the start exactly what they want to do with their life. They’re the types of people that have made the life plans that are so detailed it describes what they’re going to do on March 27h of 2037. If you do know, that’s great. Decisions are hard to make, and anyone who has already made some are one step ahead of the game.

I may graduate from Duke University in six years with a degree in pre-med, or I may walk out of a music hall playing bass for Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra- I don’t know. Time only has to tell, and between now and then, I think I might just figure it out.

Inside the depths of my mind


Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and run to find a pen and paper.

Ideas come to me at the weirdest times. I’ll be sleeping, or in the middle of class, or even in the shower (which, by the way, my very worst attempt at writing ever happened to be about). I’ll get the next story I want to write, or the perfect book idea. I have to stop what I’m doing, drop everything, and roll out the ideas of what just went through my mind.

Being a writer comes in different shapes and sizes. There’s the basic journalist, which is someone who reports things that are going on. Then there’s the super journalist, those who are always adding multimedia, photos, and the latest trends to their work. We have quite a few of those on our staff ourselves.

As I’ve slowly been transitioning to business, i’ve come to realize that I’m going to miss writing something that means a lot to me every month. I’ve always liked being able to share my opinions, even if it was indirectly. AP pressures? I’ve experienced it myself. I think other kids should know. Comfort foods? I’m not all about those, but I know quite a few people who are. Chess? It’s a mental sport. However, it’s not about the destination but the path that takes you there.

The other half of the writing spectrum is the people like me. I love crafting characters in my mind, even thought they may or may not be actually made into anything. One of my favorite characters still lives in my mind, but the odds of them making it to print is slim to none. It’s just how it happens.

There’s always going to be the people who write, then take the next step of publishing their work. And there’s the people who put too much time and thought into everything that they over complicate it too much that it ends up just becoming a really really bad fan fiction. I fall into another category, known as the people who write the story in their head, but never actually write it on paper. I’m not saying that its a problem with the writing itself, its the issue of taking something and putting it into words.

I’ve come to the fact that unless I somehow get out of my writer’s block, I’ll always be on page 126 of my so called ‘book’ I’ve been writing since 8th grade. As I go back and re-re-re-re-read the beginning- which I have doomed to be a uniquely long introduction- it slowly gets worse each time I read it. I really want to change it, but I can’t seem to get the characters out of my mind and onto the paper. Which is why I’m a culprit for writing a lot of great things that never actually happen.

What I love about journalism that if it is something great, it’ll show up right away. The path is either lit up from the start, or you need to do everything you possibly can to get back on the track. With creative writing, sometimes you take the longest path to find a dead end. In journalism you can see what you need to do, and it’s very black and white; but with little splashes of color hidden so only the people that want to see it can. I can take any news article and read it, and that’s all I can get. Or I can read it and see the tiny parts of the author that they throw in there. The kind of things that you have to have a trained eye to see. I like that.

I might not always be a journalist, but I’ll always be a writer.

And I think that either way, anything I write will always have a dash of me inside of it-waiting to be released at 2am when I figure out my next story to sit for six months, inside the depths of my mind.

Diversity: noun, the state or fact of being diverse (NOT determined by skin tone)


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Diversity for me isn’t looking different from someone else.

It’s not the way I pronunciate sentences, or how I spell ‘realize’ with an -ise.

I may not look like you, talk like you, speak like you, but to me, that isn’t the definition of diversity. Colleges don’t look for someone who has brown hair. They don’t care how tall someone is. They want kids who think different from others; the ones who notice the unseen. I understand how people consider being diverse by race, but a birthplace or skin color shouldn’t be a deciding factor to determine who someone is.

Culture, on the other hand, is completely understandable. That’s what differentiates people. People see other things, have different experiences, and act different ways because of what they’ve been through. They think differently. 

I read this book a few years ago, called Thirst. The main character was a vampire, but she’s lived for thousands of years, taking on a new identity every century. Alissa was born in India at the start of civilization, but continuously travels around the world. What I found amazing about this was how her race did not define her. She was one race, but many cultures.

I don’t like when people talk about cities being ‘diverse’ because they have multiple races throughout a community. That shouldn’t  be what defines someone. They might all look different, but they could all be the same without their looks. Just like Thirst, unless she stood out as an individual, wasn’t she just like everyone else?

Why should the definition of diverse mean race? Even looking at our society, I guarantee 9/10 people would say the former question is true. Colleges, even. Affirmative action is still used today, and I don’t agree with how this makes anything more diverse. 25% white students, 25% black, etcetera, just so a school could be more diverse? Why not bring in students who like art, engineer majors, and a mathematician? What about kids with different backgrounds?

I say this provides the most knowledge about the variety of cultures in our world, not the color of our skin.