I still remember the feeling of excitement I felt when I stumbled across the university-affiliated radio station’s table during the standard clubs event that takes place during freshman orientation. I was (and continue to be) an enormous music nerd and the prospect of having my own weekly show, it was all I could think about after taking the application back to my dorm. It was a short questionnaire, would I have cohosts, would I abide by the rules. I agonized over the sample playlist I was asked to provide, every cut had to be perfect. I worked harder on this than my first week’s homework, jotted potential songs in notebooks during class; I needed this spot. Not because it was limited (though certainly I didn’t want the ten to midnight Friday night slot), but because at the table as we chatted about the station, I was also informed there’d be opportunity to be on the staff. I had to impress from the beginning.