Today I filled out the form and declared my second major: journalism. I’d been avoiding the actual process of changing it all – dropping my English minor and adding the second major – even though the whole thing took approximately five minutes of my time.
I always longed to be a writer in some capacity. My first ambition consisted of the pipe dream of writing novels to inspire people. I desired to be the next Jodi Picoult, the next Sylvia Plath, F. Scott Fitzgerald. I wanted people to know my name after I died. I wished to be read in high schools, where my words could impact that shy girl in the back of the classroom like I used to be.
Realizing the utter likelihood of that dream becoming a reality put me into the mindset that I needed something practical. This is where Public Relations came into play. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, but it sounded practical. And after some digging, I realized that the profession embodied a career that where I potentially saw myself.
Yet, every aspect of my life continually reverted back to writing. I earned the position of Copy Editor for my school’s yearbook next year. Excited and terrified, I move into that next phase of my life where the skills I’ve developed play a crucial role in my success. I’ve learned more in the past four months than I’ve learned in my life. I’ve realized that writing – while partially a natural gift – also comes with practice.
And that’s exactly what I need. Practice.
In a sense, this project can be looked at as some figurative bloodletting. I’m sure I’ll hash out long buried emotions, as well as provide some witty (hopefully witty?) anecdotes about my life and the often-ironic moments therein. Mostly, though, this should be viewed as it is meant to be: a place where I can further develop the skills I need for my impending career.
Because, let’s face it, I only have one more year of college. One year to really beef up my resume and gain experience before that wall of protection comes down and I’m left standing in the fallen debris that is my life.
And of that, I am afraid.