When I graduated high school, I wanted to be a journalist. I wanted to travel, write engaging articles to enthrall the public, the whole deal. You might even say I had a passion for writing.
A couple years later I had a couple jobs, bills to pay, and very little desire to write, let alone be a journalist. What changed? I think it was me. When I wrote in high school it was a tool to help me organize my thoughts and make decisions. As I got older those decisions started becoming easier to make on a day to day basis (practice makes perfect), and writing wasn’t something I needed anymore.
Fast forward to the present. Now that I’ve been writing on a consistent basis for our lovely conglomeration of a blog, the though of “hey, I could actually do this with my life” started creeping back in. Then I had a conversation with my dad, my girlfriend, and one of my best friends, and they all–directly and indirectly–encouraged me to try journalism again. All in the same night nonetheless.
I figure, why not? When I started taking classes off and on (three years ago) I was aiming for a Journalism degree. So right now I have the classes I need to do it, I only need to finish of a couple more pre-reqs and I’ll be good to go. Did I mention that with the career change I can put Hijinks Inc on my resume? Yeah baby, yeah.
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