Safely tucked away in our small corners of Austin, everyone seems to be anxiously forgetting that class starts tomorrow, and so do all our problems. This semester seems to be my most different one since I have been here, and with three advertising classes, one Pass/Fail bullshit class and an internship, I just hope things aren't going to get out of control too soon.
But maybe that's what I need.
I am finally being honest with myself. I have moved past the point of feeling stressed and taking it out on myself, and decided to find why I can be this way. And I have never felt more whole.
I have come to realize that the one skill I have had all along may be the one skill I need to use for the rest of my career. I have come to admit that even though it will be hard and disheartening, journalism is the only career that gets me excited and wills me out of my mental slumber. And everything else just feels like passing time.
So I've done it. I am no art director. I am no copywriter. I am an observer and watcher of culture, and recorder of all that surrounds me. And beware, I am armed with a few good pens this semester.
Two more semesters, and by the end of the summer, I'm out on my broke ass, starving and wishing I was in the safety of my own corner in Austin again.
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