Like any other college student, I am constantly asked (kindly interrogated) about my major. Around campus it's a common question, and is often one of the first things a person asks you about. This question is usually followed by the dreaded questions that almost no college students has an honest answer for: "What do you plan to do with this after college?" and "Why did you pick that?"

As a journalism student I find that these questions have complex answers.

My major could lead me anywhere from a newsroom, to a courtroom, to a classroom or any one of the other countless possibilities. Despite my indecisiveness about my own future, I know why I chose my major.

I write because a mathematical equation has yet to change my life.

I write because I love it.

I write because thoughts on paper matter.

Whether it was lyrics to a song on the radio, or a passage in a book or anything in between, words have meant something to you. Words can change minds, hearts, lives and people.

I am fascinated with the art of documenting an honest interpretation of the world in black and white.

As a journalist, my goal is to be an unbiased, informative historian of the present.

I want to tell stories. I want a career where I daily get to tell the untold and unfolding stories of the human race. Journalism is, after all, simply "literature in a hurry."

Our lives revolve around stories and are stories themselves. Our unconscious minds tell stories as we sleep.

We imagine up scenarios and daydream when we would rather write a story than live our own.

Our lives are complicated, yet there are simple plot lines with chapters, ups, downs, climaxes, decreasing action and a conclusion we haven't reached yet.

I aim, as a writer, to capture these stories, to tell them and let them inspire, or become part of someone else's story.