Ever since I was a little girl, I have always loved to write; from writing short stories about things that I fantasized about, to essays, all the way to writing articles and editorials (as both a reporter and the Editor in Chief) for my high school newspaper. It didn’t matter what it was because I loved it. Writing was, still is, and will continue to be my passion. Although, it was at the beginning of my Junior year in high school when I realized I wanted to write for a living.

In my Junior and Senior years of high school, I have written many articles for my school newspaper where multiple were published in every issue distributed. I started out as just a reporter, where I would interview people, and write articles on topics/subjects of all kinds. I was socially awkward in the beginning and didn’t know how to have an actual conversation about anything serious. However, once I hit my Senior year, I was chosen to be the Editor in Chief, where I would not only write my articles and editorials for each issue, but I would edit every single article handed in each week, as well as format, organize, design, and edit the pages that were in the hands of the readers. Having such a big role in the class, as well as such a big voice of the school, gave me a feeling like no other. Now, that may seem like I’m bragging, but I’m not. I was confident and proud of myself. Then college came and that “confidence” went right down the drain.

After writing a first essay for an English course, my professor sent me a message through email, basically saying that I write too much like a journalist in a chronological order (I apologize because that was how I was taught to write). Ironically, Communications and Media tends to be my major. Their exact words were, “I can actually see the journalistic style in your writing. You write in a chronological way, which is typical of journalism.” I ended up getting a 71 on this paper.

Thank you.