Long Island, NY: home of the world’s best bagels (in my opinion) and yours truly.
Specifically, I’m from a small town called Rockville Centre which is near the south shore of the island.
I would’ve led with that, but I learned a lesson pretty quickly my freshman year. If you tell someone you’re from Rockville Centre, their reaction will typically be, “Wow Rockefeller Center?! You live by the big Christmas tree in the city?”
Well, I don’t live by the tree, but I imagine that would be pretty cool if I did.
Anyway, I’m the youngest of six by a long shot — my brother James is 27 and he’s the closest to me in age, and my oldest sister Janet is 38.
Growing up in a family like that was unique:
On one hand, I practically had a few extra parents, so I think I was forced to grow up a little fast.
On the other, I was an uncle in sixth grade — now an uncle to four kids.
Because of them, I’ve built way too many LEGO sets in the past year than any college guy should. I think they’re the reason that a part of me is still a little kid.
That’s probably part of the reason I want to be a sports journalist. I’m a Communications Studies major and a Writing minor, but I cover sports for the school paper and that’s my biggest passion.
I mean come on, if I could watch baseball and write about it my whole life that would be a pretty good deal — I’d get to keep the part of me that’s a little kid forever.
Speaking of being a little kid, my teacher yelled at me a lot in fifth grade.
Ms. Palmer really hated that I refused to make outlines before I started writing. For a while, I was stubborn. I would her that I didn’t need an outline to write well. But I was in a strict catholic school where having your tie an eighth of an inch off center got you in trouble. So eventually, I got tired of her screaming at me, and I started to outline every essay I wrote.
I still do.
But not much has changed since fifth grade — I still don’t think outlines help me write well and they usually end up in the trash after I make them.
I essentially just spill words and thoughts onto the page. Once I have nothing else to pour out on to the paper, I pull my hands away from the keyboard and I usually feel like what I typed is absolute gold. I’m wrong 99.9% of the time, though.
That’s when my three-round editing process begins. Once that’s over, and after I click Spellcheck on Microsoft Word, I’m usually left satisfied with my work.
And just a side note from before: Sports isn’t the only thing I love.
I’m a big fan of The Walking Dead.
I enjoy reading when I have the time. When I was forced to read The Great Gatsby junior year of high school I was pretty annoyed. Now it’s still my favorite book.
Lastly, I’ll listen to almost any type of music out there, but Bruce Springsteen is probably my favorite artist.
I guess I can thank my older siblings for that.