When I was six-years-old, my parents told me people who like writing (which I loved at the time) would grow up to be journalists. About 10 years later, well, I realized it was not so simple. On the day my high school grades were released, I was ecstatic: I was finally going to journalism school! My dream was coming true! Except for a little teeny tiny hiccup. I was from Alexandria. Alexandria doesn’t have a school for media and journalism. As reality crashed like a bucket of ice cold water, it was time to have a little (well not so little) family meeting and discuss my options. After prolonged discussions, lots of unapproving nods and lots of encouraging yeses, I decided I wanted to enroll in the American University in Cairo (AUC). My parents fully supported the decision. We started our journey by going to visit AUC to discuss how to apply. I couldn’t sleep that night nor on the way. Dad drove as fast as he could to get rid of the girl in the backseat who was jumping up and down in excitement. Mom was being mom- so…
Chasing Dreams on the Desert Road: Moving From Alexandria to Cairo
February 2, 2017
