Writing has been a large part of my identity, an unconscious one that I feel has long been inside me. My earliest experiences writing were when I was as a child. Back then, I was shy, and at times I found it difficult to make friends. I was bullied and teased by peers, and I rebelled against their bullying.
I felt no one understood me, and I lashed out to alleviate the pain and isolation. In time, my parents noticed my behavior and sought to correct it. At first, they tried to do so verbally, but I refused to engage in their conversations despite their numerous attempts. The only time I felt comfortable in expressing myself was when I was writing.
When I felt alone, lost, discontent or unfulfilled, I channeled those emotions into the compositions I wrote. These emotions then turned into poems, songs or memoirs I would create to further express my inner sentiments. Eventually, I began to enjoy writing about my interests in sports, comics and music. Writing brought me closure and allowed me to express myself.
From that point, I continued to use my ability to write as a means of self-expression. It wasn’t until my senior year of high school, however, that I considered doing it professionally.
Instead, my initial plans were to pursue pre-physical therapy, but an encounter with a former English professor changed my mind. One day she and I were discussing my aspirations to become a physical therapist, and as we talked she came across an essay I had submitted about the NFL’s lack of domestic violence sanctions.
I tried acting as if my attention wasn’t distracted by the pop of the lid from her pen, as her thickly brimmed glasses became fixated on any possible grammatical error I could have committed. After she finished reviewing my essay, she folded the packet, looked up and asked, “Have you ever considered journalism?”
Then I didn’t have an answer, but as the semester began to shorten I continued to reflect on her question. I began to ask myself what I truly loved to do and what inspired me. I wanted a path that allowed me to maintain a sense of elation, and a career that I anticipated every day because of its enjoyment.
A few months before high school graduation, I made my decision: I decided to attend Ohio University to pursue admission in to the E.W. Scripps School of Journalism.
I realized that the freedom to create and illustrate my thoughts was something I loved. Contextually molding and crafting a literary piece that had the potential to touch others spiritually, mentally and emotionally was something I could not live without.
As an aspiring journalist, I want to change the way that people view the world politically, socially and culturally. I want to chronicle the ways in which they see the world and also make a literary impact on society.