The journalism failure
When I was a child, I wanted to be a ballet
dancer. I remember that I closed my eyes, and saw myself dancing in Europe or
Australia and even when I grew up, I had the same idea. Everything changed of
course, when I got injured. But since that moment, I started looking for
another career, another dream to come true.
I started buying books, different kind of note
books, and even a writer machine. Since then, I knew that I wanted to be a
writer, a novelist. But I was also in love with English. I used (and I still
do) to sing songs in English, read books, and also write in that language. So
when I was in high school, my head was really confused, I didn’t know what to
study, and I feel that nobody helped me to found that out.
So, I had three options, English teacher, language
teacher (Spanish of course) and journalism, just because I thought that was a
tool to be a writer, my real purpose in life haha. Finally I decided to study
journalism. In fact a random decision, because I didn’t think that for much
time, it was a one day decision.
I don’t really like journalism and sometimes I feel
like it is a torture. But I don’t know what I could study if I drop out. I know
that by now, it is a little too late to think about it. So, I’m just letting
things happen. If I don’t like journalism, I don’t know what kind of job I would
like to have, but if I finish the career, maybe I could work in a magazine or maybe
I will be a student forever, yeah, that’s what I will do, an evergreen student.