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.