This week’s staff spotlight is on our social media director, Erin Stark! A native of Missouri, Erin has one of the most iconic styles at Mizzou and is, unarguably, too cool for this world. Get to know Erin, investigative reporter extraordinaire, below!
Hometown: Kansas City, Missouri
Year in school: Junior
Dream Job:Â Detective
Major: Print and Digital Journalism with an emphasis in investigative reporting
Minor:Â FrenchÂ
Relationship Status:Â surprisingly takenÂ
Campus Involvement:Â Social Media Director for HerCampus Mizzou, Vice President of Magazine Club and reporter at the Columbia Missourian.Â
Why did you choose Mizzou? I wanted to be a journalist and this is the place to go. Here I am.Â
Turn Ons:Â Glasses, unnecessary knowledge on random things, cheesy jokes and enthusiasm towards music.Â
Turn Offs: Gumby. The green cartoon character.Â
Most Embarrassing Moment: I have yet to go on a coffee date and not spill coffee on myself. The hotter the coffee, the more embarrassing. It is a perpetual embarrassment, to my dismay.Â
Favorite Pick-up Line: “Ay boy, let me get that pawprint” (if you don’t know, a pawprint is essentially the Mizzou student email handle)
Favorite Movie:Â Silver Linings PlaybookÂ
Favorite Food: Pad Thai, coffee or french fries. It’s a toss up.Â
Celebrity Crush:Â Jesse Eisenberg
Fun/unique fact about yourself:Â I have a cat named “Junior” and a roommate named “Junior.”
If you could trade lives with anyone, who would it be and why? Sherlock Holmes because of his brilliance. I would switch with the book character. Don’t worry, I understand he is a fictional character.Â
Where do you see yourself in 10 years? I have a corgi named Corgnelius and live in a big city doing something I love, which could include writing a book or working on a crime podcast.Â
What’s been your favorite part about college so far? I love what I am studying and meeting people. The energy is great and a lot of people on campus have dogs.Â
Ideal/perfect date: I am at a hypothetical family-owned jewelry shop after-hours. I witness a break-in. I try and engage the criminal in conversation to inquire and possibly stop his escapade. He gets away. I wonder about his identity and the store’s poor security program for years. I get a letter ten years later with a date, a place and a time. I go, assuming the man will be there. He isn’t. There is a letter explaining why we can never be together. I continue to ponder what could have been and the identity of the mystery criminal. . . Just kidding. My ideal date is an aggressive coffee pregame to a concert.Â
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