I agree with everything the previous poster said.
Anything I can tell you about a career in journalism would be so badly dated it's hardly worth posting. I graduated from Boston University with a B.A. in English back in 1962. Since I did not want to go into teaching at that time and couldn't afford at the time to go on for a couple of more degrees, I got a job as a reporter on a relaticvely small suburbab daily, The (Quincy) Patriot-Ledger
. The pay was abysmal but the job was fun. A year later I managed to wangle a job with United Press International, mostly on the srength of my expreience on the Patrot-Ledger
. The pay was only marginally better but now, with the wires humming, the whole world was open to me. I spent about a year as bureau chief in the Concord, NH and Montpelier, Vt. bureaus before getting a transfer to world headquarters in New York City, the most expensive city in the world to live in, I believe. I stuck it out for a year before reurning to my roots in Boston and lucking into a job as news editor of a weekly trade publication for the hotel/restaurant industry in the Northeast. It soon led to promotion to managing editor and eventually I started a rival publication for said hotel/restuarant industry as editor and publisher.
If all this sounds pretty good, remember that I was damned near poverty level the whole time. That business just doesn't pay unless you get into broadcast journalism as an on-air personality and those opening are so rare they're snapped up by relatives and close family friends of the TV station owners.
Remember that I speak here of the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s. At that time my educational background was not particularly unique for one working in journalism. Few of my colleagues had majored in journalism and there was quite a goodly nuber of top-rated reporters who had never finished their BA degrees; some had little more than high school diplomas. Again, remember the historical period.
I think it's much harder now to get a foot in the door although the pay scale has not increased appreciably.
I chucked the whole thing at the age of 57 and went into teaching after all. More money, less hysteria, better working conditions. I retired from teaching (and just about everything else that's remunerative) at age 70 and for the past five years have been living the life of a happy pauper on the island of Hawaii. Still try and free-lance from time to time, but that's for fun rather than serious profit.
Best of luck to you, aPigNamedAlgie. But give it some hard thought before signing on the dotted line.
[PS --thnx to Ossobuco for alerting me to this thread!