Keira
The capstone project requirements landed with more weight than I expected, forcing me to actually confront a question I'd been quietly avoiding since the chaos of the past few months had swallowed most of my attention: what did I actually want to do with my journalism degree once all of this settled down.
"You could write about this," Dani said, unhelpfully, when I mentioned the deadline over coffee. "I mean, obviously not literally. But you've got, like, a masterclass in navigating scandal, sponsorship pressure, and media manipulation. That's basically a semester of journalism ethics condensed into real life."
"I am not writing my capstone project about my own life, Dani."
"Worth a shot."
I ended up pitching an investigative piece instead, something entirely separate from the c
