Writing has been a large part of my identity, an unconscious one I feel has always been inside me. My earliest experiences writing were when I was growing up, as a child I was extremely shy and at times it was difficult to make friends. I used to get bullied and teased by many of my peers, and to invert the anger that developed I rebelled. I felt no one understood me, and I lashed out to alleviate the pain and desolation I felt. In time, my parents noticed my behavioral patterns and sought to correct them. They tried doing so verbally, but I refused to engage in their conversations despite their numerous attempts. The only way I felt comfortable expressing myself was when I was writing.
Times when I felt alone, lost, content or enriched, I channeled those emotions through the compositions I inscribed. These emotions then translated 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. It brought me a since of closure, and allowed me to express myself openly as the margins barricaded other’s opinions and judgement.
From that point, I continued to utilize my ability to write as a means of self-expression. However, It wasn’t until my senior year of high school I would consider doing it professionally. Instead, my initial plans were to pursue pre-physical therapy, but one encounter with my former English professor Carol Dietrich, shifted my mindset. One day she and I were discussing my aspirations to become a physical therapist, and as we talked she came across an essay I’d 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’ve committed. After she finished reviewing my piece, my professor 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 prior to my high school graduation I made my decision, and decided to attend Ohio University to pursue admission in to the Scripps School of Journalism. I realized that the freedom I felt to create and illustrate my thoughts as a child was something I loved. Contextually molding and crafting a literary piece that has the potential to touch those spiritually, mentally and emotionally was something I could not live without. As a Journalist I want to shift the way people view the world politically, socially, and culturally. I want to chronicle the ways in which myself and others visualize the world, and its profuse of alluring elements in hopes it will make a prodigious impact onto the people of our society.