My Major Doesn't Make Me Stupid

My Major Does Not Make Me Stupid, So Stop Pretending That It Does

We can't all do the same thing.


I was totally aware of the reactions I would receive by being a journalism major, and I was OK with it.

I figured that may be one of the hardest things I would have to deal with and I was more than okay with it. I get a lot of people thinking I chose it because I'm too dumb or too lazy to handle anything else. So many people think I am cutting myself short or that they're better than me. The belittling becomes far more regular the farther along I get.

I know there are people who have to work harder while they are in school so they can relax later when they have a degree. And others get through their classes a bit easier, just to have to prove themselves later to get and keep good, solid careers. I'm with the latter group. I knew that when I signed up and I know that now.

Any major is going to come with its hurdles and struggles at times.

I may not complain about mine, but it doesn't mean everything is easy all the time. I just love what I do and I know how lucky I am that I allowed myself to do that, therefore, nothing feels like a sacrifice. I am making a sacrifice like so many others do, just a different one. I am giving up a guaranteed paycheck for the chance to do what I enjoy. Other people will give up four to ten years of extra free time for job security. There is nothing wrong with either decision, especially when we all have to make it.

I am conscious of the fact that what I do matters, so I'm working on not letting it bother me when I get told otherwise.

We cannot all be doctors and lawyers and nurses and engineers and entrepreneurs. Some of us have to take the pay cut and be teachers and writers and musicians and artists. There wouldn't be a balance if we didn't. It doesn't make us any less intelligent or any less willing to work hard for what we want. For that reason alone, I don't have to justify myself.

If I were able to start all over again, there isn't one change I would make. I'm taking my own journey to end up where I want to be and how hard I work only affects me. I know where I can end up and I know how smart I need to be to get there. I'm smart enough to know that I'm making the decision that is right for me.

Once we make it to college, we've proved we all have enough basic knowledge to function on the same level, everything past that is applied knowledge to get us ready for careers.

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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Writing Saved My Sanity

Write it all down when you can't talk to anyone.


I love writing.

I have since elementary school, and I've dreamed of becoming a published author. I started off writing stupid plays in elementary school, then it grew it almost writing a full-blown novel in middle school. I have no idea where that thing went to. It was all notebook paper and bad writing. In high school, my writing was kinda pushed to the side so I could focus on school. When I entered college, I started writing small poems about my now ex-boyfriend.

I was scared to express myself to him sometimes, the intensity of my feelings for him scared me. So instead of telling him, I wrote them down. When I tried to share them with him, he hated it. He thought writing down feelings was weird and creepy. So I didn't share anything else with him. When we finally broke up for good, everything just poured out of me. What I couldn't express verbally, I wrote or typed out.

I always have ideas flowing through my head. They never cease and I wouldn't want them to. Writing gives me an escape, from stress, work, school, or fights. It gives me a place to vent and to be open with everything. This is a reason I love writing for Odyssey, not only has this place brought me amazing friends but revived my love for writing. I'm never without my notebook anymore, I'd get distracted in class by an idea and have to write I think then and there.

I love sharing my more personal writing with close friends, especially my poems as of late. I found that I have a voice for young women who find themselves in a toxic relationship much like mine was. I want to speak out and show them that you can grow from the bullshit. It may take some time, but you will be better.

Writing saved my sanity. It allows me to express myself without having to use my actual voice. Anyone who knows me, knows I hate public speaking. I tend to psych myself out leading up to it. My current projects include writing for Odyssey every week, I'm in the process of trying to continue my short stories, and I'm excited to announce that I'm currently working on my very first poetry book!

Writing has given me so much, and I'm so looking forward to making a career out of something I love so much.

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