So, I’m in school for Journalism. I write for the school paper (I wish I wasn’t killing so many trees), I interview people (they tend to be over zealous and expect me to write the holy grail of a story), I do the whole reporting thing (no comment? Well that ain’t good enough mister!) and am taught how to run around as a journalist (I flail a lot…I don’t think I’m doing it right).
I 100% don’t want to be a journalist.
The question has been posed to me, “why exactly are you in journalism?”
Well my friend, that is a darn tootin good question. And the answer is because I’m a writer, and I thought this would be a good career seeing as it involves writing. Plus I got done the first year…and quickly realized that I hated it. BUT, I’m nothing if not resilient, so I decided to finish the second year and get my expensive piece of paper.
This year and a bit of Journalism, has taught me some very valuable things, the most important one being, that I’m an excellent day dreamer.
At first I daydreamed about being Lois Lane, the BEST reporter I could ever think of (I sorta love her…a lot). I would rush around the city writing stories about Superman, Lex, possibly the Justice League and having such an oh so awesome life…such a daydream was amazing until I realized I hate journalism.
So then I would daydream as Wonder Woman. One epic amazon with legs up to her face. When I’m not beating up baddies, I would simply imagine myself flying. Flying has always seemed like the perfect escape. This feeling of being trapped by my choice to finish a diploma I don’t intend to use…I find myself needing escape a lot. Deep down I know it is the right choice, get er done…but I would always rather be flying.