That’s all folks, my last day of school has ended. I have an awards gala on Tuesday for school and then it’s done. Two wonderful and terrible (okay, not terrible, just stressful.) years at Durham College taking Journalism.
I’ve learned a lot while in the program about what it means to be a Journalist. A lot of the things I learned can be applied to anything in life, don’t plagiarize, get it right and question everything.
I met some amazing people, people have become like my family now. I wouldn’t have made it without them and I will forever be grateful for their love and support.
My professors were amazing and they really pushed me to become more than I thought I ever could be. Even though it annoyed me at the time, I’m grateful for the pressure they put on me to keep going.
One of my professors gave me a pep talk near the end of the year when I was going through a hard time reiterating, “Whether you say you can’t or you can, you’re right.” It really hit home with me, you know he was right. It took a long while for me to realize it but sometimes I get in my own way.
Throughout my journey, my graduation plans changed. I no longer want to be a journalist. The life of a journalist does not apply to me anymore. I have all the respect in the world for the other journalists around me, they do a remarkable job, it just isn’t for me.
It’s sucked the creativity right out of me, my writing is bland and boring because the rules have been so deeply implanted into my head that I question my writing. Though I know that I would eventually get it down, I don’t like the idea of having my creative hands tied behind my back.
I realized I didn’t want to be a journalist for sure when there was a death of a student and every one was tripping over themselves to get the story, to get interviews. The student hadn’t been gone for more than 24 hours and people wanted to bash down his girlfriends door to get a statement. I will never be able to be that person, I never want to be the person who forgets what it is like to be human.
A human with compassion and love, my heart broke for this young woman and I couldn’t imagine cameras and reporters being in my face not even 24 hours after losing a loved one. I don’t want to be in a job that requires that.
I know that is not the only thing that journalists do, there are so many different aspects of the job but that was just the defining moment for me.
What I do want to do is write. I have always been a writer and I want to find a way to do that. Whether it be a job in a publishing house, a magazine or as an editor. I want to surround myself with words and stories.
I learned so many valuable things in this program, I will always remember it. I will always be grateful for the time I spent there, the people I met and the experiences I had.
It’s been awesome, now it’s time to move forward into a career and apply what I’ve learned.
Here’s just a tiny portion of my photo memories of my time at Durham College.