34
I'm a sucker for a freshly sharpened pencil and a new notebook. The endless possibilities of the words that might fill that page never fail to make my heart beat faster with excitement and anticipation of what art I might create. I want to evoke feelings through my words. I want people to earmark the page, write it down or make it their Facebook status. It must be a pretty amazing feeling to see your words in print.
On the eve of a new school year (junior year to be exact), I look forward to the classes planned and the experiences waiting for me. This semester I am completely delving into my major related classes and that terrifies me. It's like sealing my fate with wax and a stamp of finality. A ball and chain perhaps. Really, I'm joking. I love writing and the prospect of a career in journalism, but I'm afraid of growing up. I'm teetering on the edge of the nest and when I jump, I'm not sure my wings will support me.