I have a lot of these. I guess that, on some level, everybody does. But I’m not usually huge on sharing them with the masses–at least, not all of them. Thoughts about Green Day‘s latest CD (which kinda sucked)? Fine. First reaction to Emma Stone‘s latest movie (which I still have yet to see)? All good. Politics? Religion? Raising my hand in class? Now you’ve left my comfort zone in the dust.
But stepping out of your comfort zone is just one of those rites of passage, right? A necessary college experience and part of being human? Well, I buy that. I’m always pretty open and honest anyway, once you get to know me. You typically just have to actually meet me in person before you fully realize this. But not so with my recent blog posts. Ditto with the article I just finished for my school newspaper.
First semester, I was all “ohmygawd, college is so kewl!” and signed up for a whole bunch of clubs whose meetings I never actually attended. The one thing I really did commit to, though–at least at first–was the newspaper. I had done journalism for all four years of high school, eventually becoming editor in chief of our cute little publication, writing a ton as well as laying out entire issues by myself. So whether or not I would continue the trend in college didn’t even seem like a question. It was just something I had to do.
So I wrote a bunch of reviews for the arts and entertainment section. I liked doing it, but I didn’t love it. Somehow, something always got changed in my articles without my knowledge–not until I saw the final product in print, of course. I never felt like I really had enough time to take in whatever it was I was supposed to be judging before the deadline. The atmosphere of the totally student-run paper was very political and I didn’t get the A&E assistant position I wanted. After a while, I stopped showing up to meetings.
After I got out of the habit of writing for the paper and into the groove of writing papers all the time (#englishmajorproblems), I thought I would never go back. But then the new semester started, and a friend on the staff became opinion editor. A simple suggestion that I try the opinion section was all it took. Obviously, I wanted to go back.
So now my name is about to appear in print above some very real, very political opinions. (Will they be published on this site as well? Another day, maybe.) Some people will strongly disagree with my views. Some people will criticize me for being stupid or uninformed.
And I am shockingly, uncharacteristically, happily okay with this. Long live the press.