Why Am I Here?

Every year, senior girls at my high school would fight over spots in one English Elective: Ms Doreen's Jane Austen & Romance Novels class. 

However, my senior year, that elective was no longer offered, so I signed up for Introduction to Journalism with Mr West. 

I was not expecting much when I walked into that classroom that day. I was more focused on the new senior activities and privileges I was now a part of. However, as I continued to complete my work in this class and fill out college applications, it dawned on me that I should change my major on my applications from "undecided" to "journalism". 

This class brought me back to my love of writing which I always had but got dimmed by essays about Shakespeare and Beowulf. I hated English classes during middle school. 

However, it was the complete opposite when I was in elementary school. 

As a child, I would, willingly, spend my library time writing stories. I would spend hours creating the perfect characters and storylines. Well, as perfect as an eight-year-old can be. I just knew that I loved to write and it came naturally to me.  

I would also research questions that interested me and write about my findings, for no one in particular. One of my favorite topics that I wrote about was "Lion vs Tiger: Whose Winning?". 

I wish the curiosity and necessity for knowledge stayed with us in adulthood. However, I have felt it fade.

Suddenly, I realized I was a journalism student at High Point University. 

I'm sitting in the Slane Student Center, looking at the R.G Wanek Center through the window and watching tours go by. And I'm wondering why I'm here. 

I don't have a direct answer or a direct plan for how I want my life to turn out. I've always been someone who rolls with the punches and figures things out as I go. I know that I love to write and read, and I truly enjoy reading the New York Times and The Washington Post. 

I know that High Point brought me opportunities I wouldn't necessarily have at other institutions. I worked for CNN at the Republican National Convention the summer after my freshman year of college. I don't many others who can say the same thing. 

I believe in fate, so I like to think that I am here because it was always meant for me to do something I loved, I just forgot that I did. 

I'm here because I love it and I want to work for it. 

And because Ms Doreen didn't want to teach Jane Austen anymore.