This semester I was in the the News Reporting class. Personally I feel like I don’t have the spirit of a true news reporter. A true news reporter lives and breathes stories. They snoop, they have contacts, they get dicey. I love to write, don’t get me wrong, but I need color. I need emotions more than he said, she said quotes.
I’ve heard I’m not to shabby at being a news reporter. Two of my stories were put on the first page, which of course I am exceedingly proud.
Here is the link to my latest: http://66.147.244.86/~accents5/news/wsmc-moves-to-new-home-and-modernizes-transmission/#more-510.
But every single story I write I see that this isn’t the life I want. I dislike having to coax people into telling me their thoughts. I want creativity! I want my own characters. Instead of just making a skeleton, I want to create the whole body.
Being a junior in college and not positively knowing what I want to do with the rest of my life worries me. Everyone around me seems to have known what they will become since the moment they were born.
Mountains of pressure is building just as it was my freshman year. I think it’s time again to start looking at traveling again. Traveling always brings a somewhat lightness in my life. It helps me gain another perspective. Hey, I’m only 21, why is everyone around my age in such a rush?





