IV: Why journalism? No, seriously, WHY????!??!?!

WHY?????

This is the question I ask myself every day. Why journalism? Why am I even here? Do I deserve to be here or not? If I’m being this open is because I have talked about this a lot. The truth is I had a lot of options. I thought on psychology, but I don’t have patience enough to hear other’s people problems. Also, I liked all biology stuff very much. But I was very bad at it and had such bad grades! So, in high school I was confused because I didn’t know what to do.

Since I was a little girl, I liked to write. The breaking point was during eight grade. A Spanish teacher gave us the task to write something about ourselves. I did it. I passed to her. She said, ‘what do you want to study?’ I answered her that I didn’t knew. I was only 13, for God’s sake! Nah, just joking. But then she said, “you should be a writer”.

All my romantic interests during my teenage era were like: “I don’t like you, but I like the words you write to me”. And, other teachers recommended me to study something related to communication. I wrote the final speech for graduation in high school. I also was the redactor of several communicates (I used to be in student’s organizations). First, I thought on Literature, even Filmmaking, but I decided for journalism, only because of the writing stuff.

It ended up bad, to be honest. It was my first option indeed, and when I want something, I just need to get it.

During my freshman year I was very happy, but the years passed, and my happiness was going down about the career. I didn’t find myself in it. Now I’m finishing it, and I’m so grateful for the memories, the good people I have found in the way who have help me to keep going. Also for some professors who actually FOUND some worth on me and didn’t despite me -yeah, it have happened, even in such a “great” University like this-. I think that’s it! I'm gonna end this now before it gets more personal hahahh