The first time I realised I was competitive was in a Year 10 Ancient History class.
I was sitting next to my best friend Renee, and we’d both received the same mark in an important test.
Our teacher, whom I worshipped and adored, came up to our desk and spoke to Renee about her mark: “I know you can do better than this. I know you are capable of more than this.”
I listened as the teacher spoke to Renee and felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I had received the same mark, except the teacher wasn’t telling me I was capable of more, or that I could do better. I understood in that moment that she thought this less-than-stellar mark was all I was capable of. I felt shame, then anger, and then I felt determined.
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From that day on, I put everything I had into Ancient History. I burned with ambition to be the very best student this teacher had ever had. My other subjects were okay. I was an average student at most and excelled in a handful, but it was in Ancient History specifically that I felt this…hunger. And I did it.
By the end of the year I was receiving an almost perfect score. I went on to study the highest level of the subject possible for my high school exams. I felt so proud. I could be smart, too. I could achieve great things, too. All it took was someone doubting me to shock me into action.
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It was when I set my sights on a career in radio that I next felt that same hunger. I was a debater and public speaker in high school and I won a big competition, so someone suggested I should check out community radio. I visited my local and I was hooked – I just had to work in radio. That’s all there was to it. My dad didn’t get it, though. “You’ll never make it in radio,” he said. “Not many women do.”