As of right now, I am definitely doing summer wrong, not “write.” Sure, I’ve written. Lots. Lots about things that I’ve been lectured as being “boring, mundane, old.” All things I’ve been told to write.
And that’s the name of the game. I know that. Of course my capstone as a journalism student is writing for a newspaper. I’m not saying I’m surprised.
It’s just that each time I sit down to write about things I’m assigned, I can’t put my heart into it. I just can’t. It’s because while I write these things I am simultaneously writing cover letters like a mad woman and preparing myself for every “We found a better candidate” email that comes as a response.
I started out as a “German Education” major, did you know that? I had planned on studying that for years. And then I realized finding a job with said degree isn’t the easiest when you live in the Midwest. So I switched to Journalism (naturally).
But I have never hoped to be a newspaper reporter. I knew from the beginning that was not a fit for me. I’m far too opinionated and goofy for such a career. And newspaper reporters are passionate about their jobs, you can’t just “become one.” In my opinion, these people were born to do what they do, and that’s why they are so stinkin’ good at it.
As for me, I knew newspaper writing for my final capstone was going to be a stretch. But at a journalism school in 2012, your options are , option is traditional journalism. Rightfully so. You must learn the fundamentals first before you jump into the abyss that is every other word-filled field. Of course. I get that.
But it’s hard to stand by while your friends who studied nursing are doing just that, and your aerospace engineering friends are working on —you know— aerospace-related things (and finding jobs, at that) and any personal twist you put in a piece is scrapped. Not because of you, and not because of them, but because that’s the name of the game. A game I really just can’t get in to.
And then I remember that I have two more weeks and then I get to put all my time into cover letter writing and filling out applications…
The best part: for every “real” job application I submit, I submit three for my “dream” jobs. If I’m giving tours of Scandinavian Castles in a few months, I’ll be jumping for joy for every rejection that came before.
And, if I am assigned to write an article about the aforementioned castle, I’ll be darn proud that I learned AP Style in college.