You graduate from the University of Missouri at Columbia (the best journalism school in the country), but can't find a job thanks to industry shrinkage. You take a gig in marketing to pay the bills and weep for your dead idealism.

You have a wardrobe malfunction while reporting a story at a public school in front of hundreds of small children. Not only do you get fired, but you have to field lots of awkward anatomical questions from a crowd of little kids.

After a night out partying with your wild journalist friends, you accidentally submit a story with a variety of grammar, spelling, and punctuation errors. Your editor runs the piece as-is to teach you a lesson, and sends a copy to your English-teacher mom.

The bad news: Contaminated cantaloupes sicken hundreds of people across the country. The good news: You get to share in the Pulitzer Prize for Breaking News Reporting with the other reporters from your newspaper.

You're contacted by a highly-placed individual in government about a very illegal conspiracy. Your reporting not only leads to a lot of naughty people going to prison, but also wins you national acclaim...and a movie deal. It's rumored Jennifer Lawrence will play you on the big screen.