Friday = Funday

Yesterday could have possibly been one of the most riveting days I've had all year. I've been in somewhat of a scholarly funk this semester at school because I realized I'm one of the few sophomores who isn't at all sure of what they want to get their degree in. Sure there are a few people who aren't sure but I wanted to have direction, a focus, something to care about besides my social life. So yesterday, I had the privilege of meeting with the dean (that's right, head dean) of the Journalism School. Journalism has been something that I have been toying with forever. Even when I was little, my dream wasn't to be a doctor, lawyer, or even a trash man (like my big sister always wanted to be), I wanted to be a food critic. A writer. Someone who could tell people what was up, and what wasn't. I ignored the dream for a long time until recently when I decided to pick up it up again (due to hating everything else I've tried). My meeting with the dean went FANTASTIC. I even showed up with a little notebook with questions I had written in it for him, I must have looked like the biggest reporter dork ever, but it totally worked out. He told me everything I ever wanted to know about the industry, and even told me stories about how he had influenced whole states by writing one single investigative piece. I was falling in love with the career more and more. I had one final test to make sure it was really something I could do. I asked him what type of people are usually in the industry, he went on and on about how curious you must be. He told me getting to the bottom of things has to be a constant desire in you and you must be willing to do the research. It was then I knew, this was for me. I flashed back to every argument my friends or family ever had about some stupid fact or law and how my main solution was always to run to the computer and ask Google. I can't waste my time with useless arguments when I know there is a real answer out there! Luckily, when I'm in the real journalism industry, I'll have access to much better resources than Google. I left the meeting with a follow up with the assistant dean and a huge goofy smile on my face. I think I seriously got a tan from light I was basking in. (Lyric- Hot Hot heat) The first thing I did was call my Dad and tell him the good news, he was more than supportive of my initiative to score a dean meeting and start moving on with my life. I stood outside for about ten minutes in nasty bitter cold with my cell phone hand exposed, but I didn't even care. I was already numb with excitement. To top off my Friday, I took my friend out to one of the BEST seafood restaurants in the city and had a flash back of home as I bit into the first bite of my fresh lobster salad. It couldn't have been a better day. It's important to remember excitement is just a step but leads to motivation, which leads to initiative, which leads to success, which leads to happiness.

All for now,
MW