The Problem with Odyssey that No One Wants to Talk About

The Problem with Odyssey that No One Wants to Talk About

Writing an article each week isn't always as easy as it seems.

Don't get me wrong - I have enjoyed writing for Odyssey. It's a platform that thousands and thousands of millennials read, and it gives us writers the opportunity to share our story, relieve some stress by writing about what's on our minds, and it can be a powerful tool in communicating important messages. However, I have struggled these past few months with how Odyssey is running. I absolutely love my editor in chief and our managing editor for our team. The problem lays deeper than them. Some of the problems lie with Odyssey itself, but some of it lies with that sharing and reading our articles.

For starters, Odyssey can be argued as "not worth it" if you're not a journalism major or don't plan to write for the rest of your life. Personally, I am going into a profession that employers would not care that I write for the Odyssey. With that being said, people who are going into professions that writing for the Odyssey could be advantageous could argue that the lack of money is worth hammering out an article every single week. They can use this on a resume, it's a good experience, and they are probably way more passionate about it than the rest of us. For me, not ever getting paid is starting to take a toll on me. I don't have to be writing for this platform, but I do because I want to help my team out and I do enjoy writing - to a certain extent. Being forced to write an article every week inevitably causes me to write, excuse my language, bull shit articles. Some articles I'm too embarrassed to even share on social media (the whole purpose of writing them) because I know it's not my best work. I enjoy writing when I have something on my heart. I'm proud of my articles that I put my soul into. But unfortunately, once or twice a month I just don't have anything pressing that I wish to write about, or that I wish to plaster all over the internet. I've already put myself out there way more than I wanted to with some of my articles, to a point where I've felt very uncomfortable. But I simply didn't know what else to write about that week. I'm burnt out, and I know I wouldn't be if I wasn't forced to write about things I don't care about every week.

Another big issue I have is with Odyssey itself. There are about 5 advertisements on each article. No wonder Odyssey emails me every week that I don't get at least 20 shares - they want more people to share my article, so more people view the advertisements, so they make more money! Writers for the Odyssey only get paid $20.00 if their article is the most shared at their respective school. But here's the catch (that effects my team): you don't even get that $20.00 if your school/team doesn't have 12 writers. I write for a school that is very small, and it's hard to keep at least 12 writers on our staff. So for the past few months, we have been writing knowing for a fact that even if we get 1,000 shares, we won't get paid a dime. Now I will admit, I think there's some new thing where writers can now get paid for having a certain number of page views, but if I remember correctly, it's an absurd amount of page views you have to get in order to get that compensation.

The last thing that bothers me is more with the people reading our articles. I realize I shouldn't be complaining about this, and people are allowed to like and share whatever they please! However, it's frustrating that my most popular article, "11 Signs You Grew Up in Mansfield, TX" got over two thousand shares when articles that I have literally sat there and cried writing and felt so passionately about got 4 shares. I write for the Odyssey to help those reading, in hopes that they will read something they need to hear, or can help them through something. It hurts to spend two hours a week on something that you put your everything into, not get paid, and more importantly, it only reach like 8 people. I wish our generation would read things that mattered instead of sharing what lip color Kylie Jenner wore this past week...or the struggles of living in Mansfield, TX.

I really am not trying to be disrespectful toward the Odyssey. I have had fun writing about things I'm passionate about, and I have even met new people who reached out to me because they read something I wrote that they identified with. With that being said, I don't appreciate being exploited and pumping out articles for the Odyssey's benefit without getting compensated or even getting a pat on the back. A simple thank you from the Odyssey would be nice since we are, after all, making them millions of dollars for our articles that we don't even have to write. All I'm saying is, I would be more motivated to write if I wasn't forced to write every week, and if I got paid at least a little something since someone else who didn't put a fraction of the work in as I did, is racking in the big bucks off of my work.

Drops mic.

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To The Boy Who Will Love Me Next

If you can't understand these few things, leave before things get too involved

To the boy that will love me next, I need you to know and understand things about me and my past. The things I have been though not only have shaped the person I’ve become, but also sometimes controls my life. In the past I’ve been used, abused, and taken for granted, and I want something real this time. The guys before you were just boys; they didn’t know how to treat me until it was too late. They didn’t understand how to love me, until I broke my own heart. Before you truly decide to love me I want you to understand these things.

When I tell you something, please listen.

I’m my own person, I want to be loved a certain way. If I ask you to come over and watch movies with me please do it, if I ask for you to leave me alone for a few hours because it’s a girl’s night please do it. I don’t just say things to hear my own voice, I say things to you because it’s important to my life and the way I want to be loved. I’m not a needy person when it comes to being loved and cared for, but I do ask for you to do the small things that I am say.

Forgive my past.

My past is not a pretty brick road, it is a highway that has a bunch of potholes and cracks in it. I have a lot of baggage, and most of it you won’t understand. But don’t let my past decided whether you want to love me or not. My past has helped form who I am today, but it does not define who I am. My past experiences might try and make an appearance every once in a while, but I will not go back to that person I once was, I will not return to all that hurt I once went though. When I say those things, I’m telling the complete and honest truth. I relive my past every day, somethings haunt me and somethings are good reminds. But for you to love me, I need you to accept my past, present and future.

I’m just another bro to the other guys.

I have always hung out with boys, I don’t fit in with the girl groups. I have 10 close girlfriends, but the majority of my friends are guy, but don’t let this scare you. If I wanted to be with one of my guy friends I would already be with him, and if you haven’t noticed I don’t want them because I’m with you. I will not lose my friendships with all my guy friends to be able to stay with you. I will not cut off ties because you don’t like my guy friends. I have lost too many buddies because of my ex-boyfriends and I promised myself I wouldn’t do that again. If you don’t like how many guy friends I have you can leave now. Don’t bother trying to date me if you can accept the fact I’m just another bro.

I might be a badass, but I actually have a big heart.

To a lot of people I come off to be a very crazy and wild girl. I will agree I can be crazy and wild, but I’m more than that. I’m independent, caring, responsible, understanding, forgiving, and so such more type of woman. Many people think that I’m a badass because I don’t take any negatively from anyone. Just like we learned when we were younger, “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all.” Most people can’t do that in today’s world, so I stick up for myself and my friends. I don’t care what anyone thinks about me, or their option on how I live my life. The only thing I care about is being able to make myself happy. Even though I’m an independent woman, understand that I do have a big heart. Honesty when I truly care for someone I will do just about anything they ask, but don’t take advantage of this. Once you take advantage of this part of me, all respect will be lost for you.

I’m hard to love.

Sometimes I want to be cuddle and get attention, and sometimes I don’t want you to talk to me for a couple hours. Sometimes I want you to take me out for a nice meal, but sometimes I want a home cooked meal. Every day is different for me, sometimes I change my mind every hour. My mood swings are terrible on certain days, and on those days you should probably just ignore me. I’m not easy to love, so you’ll either be willing to find a way to love me, or you’ll walk out like so many others have.

I’m scared.

I’m scared to love someone again. I’ve been hurt, heartbroken, and beat to the ground in my past relationships. I want to believe you are different, I want to hope things will truly work out, but every relationship has always ended up the same way. I’m scared to trust someone, put my whole heart into them, just to be left and heartbroken again. I sick and tired of putting my whole body and soul into someone for them to just leave when it is convenient for them. If you want to love me, understand it won’t be easy for me to love you back.

When “I’m done.”

When I say “I’m done” I honestly don’t mean that I’m done. When I say that it means I need and want you to fight for me, show me why you want to be with me. I need you to prove that I’m worth it and there’s no one else but me. If I was truly done, I would just walk away, and not come back. So if I ever tell you, “I’m done,” tell me all the reasons why I’m truly not done.

For the boy who will love me next, the work is cut out for you, you just have to be willing to do it. I’m not like other girls, I am my own person, and I will need to be treated as such. For the boy that will love me next, don’t bother with me unless you really want to be with me. I don’t have time to waste on you if you aren’t going to try and make something out of us. To the boy who will love me next, the last thing I would like to say is good luck, I have faith in you.

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Good old Britania


It's May 14th, the day I fly home. As I write this, I'm sitting in the Starbucks in Atlanta's airport, terminal F, listening to smooth jazz whilst sipping my grande coconut latte waiting for the announcement that my British Airways flight to Heathrow is ready to board. It's weird to think that I'm leaving- leaving, that I'm not coming back and honestly after this banger of a year I really don't want to go home. I've basically travelled all year and I'm not ready to go back to the 9-5 life and I'm certainly not ready to say goodbye to all the amazing people I met out here and that I love so dearly.

As much as I don't want to leave, I also don't want to stay.

America has been an adventure but after studying it for three years and living here for almost a year and completing another programme a year ago I've came to realise that this country just isn't for me. I don't want to leave because I enjoy this bubble that's been constructed- a hyper reality if you will, it's my life but it isn't my life. It's not sustainable. So, in order to return to reality, I figured I would write about all the things that Great Britain has to offer and all the things I hold so close to my heart and look forward to.

My dog- as much as I love my roommates they don't jump on me and lick my face on a morning and I was starting to feel under-appreciated as a result.

Wetherspoons- boy, oh boy is this something America is missing out on. A meal and a drink for less than six pound, quality food at quality prices and two pitchers for £12, it is a dream come true. I can't wait to get back and have my quinoa salad and a drink for £5.50 (oh and about the carpet image, if you know you know).

Nandos- America just ain't cheeky enough.

TV that's actually funny- sorry guys but canned laughter just doesn't make it funny.

Smithy's Indian takeaway - Gavin and Stacey - BBC

The ability to walk pretty much everywhere- not having a car here automatically makes you a peasant and I want my social status and mobility back.

Free dairy- free milk in coffee shops- what about the lactose intolerant people?

British banter- Right, I know my jokes are borderline dad jokes at the best of times but at least people in England understand it/ aren't offended.

Healthcare- controversial?

Tax already added onto your purchase- Why do you add it at the till? It's inconvenient for everyone involved.

The big Tescos- Yeah, you guys have Walmart- but you can't buy Tescos own cookie for like £1 can you- very overpriced and it isn't good quality like why are your chicken breasts so big? What are you feeding them? And what's with the red meat?

Holly and Phil- Americans you need to google This Morning highlights.

This Morning Funniest Moments Part 1 - Phil, Holly, Fern and Gino at their very best

The accent- As much as I love being 'the British one' and having Americans glorify you and see the sheer excitement in their face when they say "are you BritIshHH" I love the accent and I'm excited to hear it more.

Not having huge caps in toilet cubicles- Like everyone can see my business.

Costa Coffee- The staple of every British train station.

The train- whilst were at it.

British drinking culture- Americans don't know how to get down like the Brits do, Campus corner can be lit but I need like seven straight tequila shots and an adios motherfucker before I can fully immerse myself.

Drinking: UK Vs US

A Sunday Roast- Imagine thanksgiving but not covered in sugar.

The drizzle- there, I said it, I miss my grey skies, I like knowing that it's always going to be cold and a tad miserable but there isn't tornado warnings and there isn't tropical rain from nowhere.

Okay, maybe returning to Queens country ain't that bad after all.

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