Around February 2015, I was searching relentlessly for some form of work that I could do while away at school. Like most college students know, our bank accounts are some of the most fragile things in existence, so you have to learn to budget effectively. It's silly that I was so desperate for a job, considering I had worked my ass off over the summer and earned a healthy amount of cash. However I felt I needed some more payment, some money for online shopping and ordering out.

Low and behold, I came across something on hireBing, something very peculiar. A sports writing position for an online publication site was available, and I immediately began drooling.

Glen Davis (above) symbolizes the exact reaction I had.

Being a huge fan of basketball, I jumped at the opportunity to write about a sport that I loved dearly. I submitted my application, got an e-mail from my advisor (the position turned about being an internship and not a salaried job), and I was off to work.

You can imagine the disappointment I felt that I wouldn't be getting paid for my efforts, but I was able to get over that fairly quickly when I realized just how great my new internship was.

I had to write two articles per week about NBA teams I knew the most about. It was tricky at first, because I'd never been able to put my thoughts about basketball onto paper before. There was an intricacy that came with my duties as a sports reporter that I couldn't wrap my head around. After my first few published pieces, I got feedback from both my editors and my family and friends, mostly constructive. Seeing and hearing encouraging words from everyone really made me feel better about myself. I got to express my knowledge to others and get interesting conversations out of my work. I also got the honor of getting hundreds to thousands of views on each of my articles, which brought me to a state of complete and utter shock. The progress I made in just a few weeks is what brought me to a decision I thought I'd never make.

Maybe I should have mentioned this earlier, but February 2015 was around the start of my second semester in sophomore year, and as a student of Binghamton University, I was supposed to declare a major by the end of the year. I struggled with most of my classes up until that point, the stress building up beyond the norm. I had no clue what I was going to declare at the end of the school year, but the internship changed that.

I may not be able to go Super Saiyan, but Goku's face is an accurate representation of how I felt on the inside when it came to making a career choice.

I wound up declaring myself an English major with a concentration in rhetoric. My goal, becoming the best damn sports journalist anyone has ever seen. I write day after day about sports, and I try to discuss sports with others in person as well. They've become a key component in my life, and I wake up every day thinking about my future in the seats at a basketball game. I'm watching the Knicks play, down 1 with 3 seconds left on the clock. When the buzzer sounds, I jump up and cheer like no one has cheered before, and I can't imagine anything else I'd rather have.