Ever since I was old enough to articulate my greatest wants and desires of life, writing has always been something that I could—with brutal honest—say that I loved. Writing poetry and short stories was a big part of what I did for entertainment when I was little, and my goal to be a writer only became a “want” when I first saw The Devil Wears Prada. I envisioned myself as Meryl Streep, the office, the secretary, everything. That movie made me more than one hundred percent positive of what I ultimately wanted to do with my life—write.
In order to make my dream a reality, my college career is the first and most important thing that I can do. I plan on double majoring in broadcast and news editorial journalism with a possible minor in advertising (or creative writing, I am currently still in the process of figuring that part of my plan out). Once I get my degree, I have high hopes for how my writings could and would affect the world around me. Within my writings, I tend to be bluntly honest, and I love writing pieces where I can feel free to voice my opinion. I feel that nowadays, we need journalist and writers in general who are not afraid to say what they feel. Whether it be in book form, a column in the newspaper, or a spread in Vogue, I vow to make my writings stand for something, and someone.