When I was growing up, I always had a love for reading and writing. I had dreams of being an author and writing fiction novels, or maybe teaching a high school English class. As I got older and thinking about my future career suddenly turned into a serious topic, I clung to the idea of writing. Eventually, Journalism worked its way into my mind, and I thought it might be a great career for me. I love telling stories and learning new things, so it seemed like the perfect fit.
When I started at Drake, I immediately declared a Magazine Journalism major. I thought, how glamorous would it be to move to New York and work for a fancy magazine?! Well, as college went on, I knew a lot of students in my major who did just that. And it was so cool to see! But the more and more I thought about it, the less I could see myself doing it. I didn’t want to move to New York or another big city, and I decided the midwest was where I wanted to stay. As I kept up with my Journalism major, I started seeing my work get better and better. I loved that I could take a complicated or confusing subject and turn it into something the average reader could understand. Regardless, I still wasn’t sure if Journalism was exactly what I wanted.
During my sophomore year at Drake, I started missing something that I had always loved. Books! I missed reading, and I missed researching and writing papers about literary allusions, metaphors and symbolism. English had always been my favorite subject in school, and I realized that, while I was doing tons of writing for class, none of it was the kind of writing I wanted to do. So, I headed off to my advisor’s office and declared an English major in addition to my Journalism major.