Hello! My name is Jana Hayes, I am a journalism senior here at the University of Oklahoma. Some basic facts about me: I'm 22, I'm married to my best friend, I'm an Okie from Muskogee, I'm very family-oriented, and I love reading and writing. Hence why I'm taking this class! This is my last semester at OU, and also the first semester since Spring 2018 that I haven't been a reporter or editor at the OU Daily. That's still mind-boggling to me. With everything that happened in 2020, my anxiety really skyrocketed and my work at The Daily sometimes felt so overwhelming... so I decided to "chill" in my last semester. I'm currently trying to land a part-time job, though, because money. After graduation, I'm not 100% sure what I want to do. For years I've wanted to do investigative reporting, but I'm reevaluating whether that's the best thing for my mental health. I know I still want to do something in the journalism world, so we'll
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