The first time I picked up a pen to write somewhere other than my diary I was 7. Rain was pelting my window and I could smell the beef stew my mother was cooking for dinner. My three older brothers were gone and the house was unusually quiet, which was a rare privilege. Something inside me felt inspired so I picked up a glittery pink gel pen and started writing a story.
After that day I knew what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Through all my years of education I have been involved in advanced writing courses and journalism classes. I constantly remind myself of my future goals and what it will take to achieve them.
I crave the knowledge that this field will teach me and I will not let it go to waste. I have experience as a journalist already and plan to expand my experience with as many opportunities as possible.
Although I don’t use glitter gel pen anymore, I still feel the same inspiration as my 7-year-old equal. Journalism is my backstage pass to life and I see no better way to live.