I remember asking my parents to buy me a writing tablet before I even started school, and there, I scribbled out tales of princesses and polar bears. As I got older, journaling was a way to release my emotions and still channel this passion. And in high school, I attended my English and journalism classes with a smile on my face, eager to put my pen to my paper.
After working at The Daily Texan at UT, I knew that with a career in journalism, I would not grow tired of my job or be bored with my daily routine. I had the eagerness, the willingness, and the talent to shoot for a dream of fashion editor at Elle magazine.
Now, I’ve reached my final semester in college, a time I’ve been preparing for for..forever. My junior high editorial events in UIL, my creation of a weekly newspaper at my high school, my internships at several different magazines, and my time away in New York all prepared me for this final chapter, where I would tie up loose ends and prepare for a career, adulthood, a “real” life.
But it’s week three, and I am nothing but disappointed, due to the following reasons:
-Information in Cyberspace: an online elective, that doesn’t really matter, in which I’m practicing html coding
-Cultures of Comparative Beauty: another elective with bi-weekly readings
-News Editing: taught by a professor who makes me doubt my abilities and future every single day
-Advanced Feature Writing: a history lesson from an 80-year-old man
-Magazine Writing & Production: directionless and disorganized ideas thrown out here, with no point
I’ve just been waiting for these upper-division courses, in my areas of interest and focus, which my family and I are paying big money for, and I feel I’m learning nothing.
So, going back to my title, either the esteemed University of Texas should whip into better shape…or I’m worse off than I thought and should be pushing myself like crazy, to spur myself into the real world…
wordy wednesday = woman writing