i've got dreams
He's the poster child of The National, CBC's favourite straight-faced anchor man.
Standing before us, he's Mr.Cool, answering our amateur questions with experience.
He talks about covering stories back when we were toddlers, and I realize his resume allows him to be so calm and collected.
The group of us stand looking up to him, arms crossed, faces eager, all female journalism students looking to make it in the field.
He looks down on me, eyes sparkling under the lights.
"It's good to dream big. It's good to want to sit up here one day," he says.
I laugh. Minutes before, I sat in his chair, posing for a photo, and basically told him his job would be mine one day. Serious personalities tend to make me especially facetious. At least I made him smile.
"It's good to dream big," he continues, "but you have to start small."
He started out as a small town radio host. He never even finished high school. He taught himself to be a reporter, and climbed his way to the top because he had a strong voice and even stronger ambitions.
I realize that if I want to dream big, I have to start working. I need to read more newspapers, watch the news, attempt to understand politics, and expand my knowledge as far as I can. Then I can put my face out there.
Months ago I thought I was going to leave the journalism program. But as soon as I saw the bright lights of broadcast, felt the camera in my hands, and experienced putting a piece together, I was sold. It's quick, it's meaningful, it's visual and it gets put out there immediately.
So I'll take the advice from the big man with the blue tie and powdered face. I'll start small, but I'll keep dreaming, because it's always what I've done best.