Listen to me now and listen to me hard: if someone like this un had come to my school's career day when I was jaded and 17, my professional life would have turned out v. v. v. different. As it was, I followed a boring lawyer around who took me to circuit court for a medical malpractice hearing, where I ended up knowing the the plaintiff and had to sit and listen to her describe how the hospital killed her newborn. Totes for real.
Except for a very brief and failed attempt as a 7th grader to write about my adoration of Roy Roger's mashed potatoes and the Housemartins (big into Sassy then???), I never published my own zine. All I was missing, apparently, was guidance. Shocker.