Adulthood…?

(Yes, I will post the “updates” entry. Soon.)

We all had a dream job when we were kids, right? We wanted to become doctors, astronauts, chefs, and lawyers. We wanted to become adults for different reasons.

At some point during elementary, I wanted to become a fashion designer. (I don’t know how or why I wanted to become one? Maybe because I liked dressing up Barbie. I don’t know. Then I wanted to become a dentist, which was ironic because I always found trips to the dentist to be awful (to this day). Around high school, I wanted to be a graphic designer. It was Tumblr’s “peak” then. Most of my friends had a blog there and other people would post doodles and whatnot. I remember envying those who got thousands and thousands of notes for something that looks simple and raw. So I made one of my own, but I didn’t post in on my blog. A friend saw me doodling once in class, though, and she told me that I probably should get a degree in graphic designing or something. And so I did.

Surprise, suprise.

College has its way of making you feel like you’re not good at anything. I’ve been here for three years and I’ve convinced myself that I suck at writing news stories.

I loathed every journalism subject that I had. I found them intimidating and exhausting. Sometimes fun, but exhausting.

However, just a couple of days ago, my journ professor told me that my story got published in our college’s newspaper.