A sweltering fourth grade classroom, under a ceiling fan fighting a losing battle against humidity. An English teacher at her desk, students wishing they could bust out of this joint.
I had written a composition about being on the lam from drug lords and Miss Yeo was reading it out to the class. She said the suspense I created was “excellent,” and that she never knew I could write so well. My friends were laughing – which respectable jock gets praised in class? But that was the day I decided I was going to be a writer when I grew up. I ended up going to The Medill School of Journalism, and this is what has happened since: Desiree Koh Resume Summer 2014
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