I am an Endangered Species

Countdown: t-minus 6 weeks until I officially moved into Biola dorms. This excites me, but at the same time instills pure terror in me. My habits of now will soon become habits of old, as my schedule gets flip turned upside down and I once again become the full time student I crave to be. It's not that I wasn't a full time student when I was doing ASL interpreting classes and regular GE's, but I wasn't immersed in the culture that college brings.

I've decided to settle on a Journalism major, with an emphasis in Public Relations. Many say journalism is a dying breed, and there are very few positive comments made about journalists in general. Once in awhile I join the bandwagon, and say that Journalism is a business major without the math, and an English major without the reading. So why, for the love of all that is pure in the world, would I chose to delve into said major?

When picking a major, there are usually two choices. The major that caters to the adult in you, concerning finances and jobs. And there's the major that you've been wanting to pursue as a kid, the field that you have a passion for, that you may live in a cardboard box for, but don't even care because it's what you were made to do. For me, journalism is the latter. I have a gut wrenching, addictive passion for it that makes me proud to be part of the so called dying breed. And after all, wouldn't that classify me as an endangered species?

I chose an emphasis in Public Relations because I love people, the best investment of all. I love events and though I've retired from my days of catering to student bodies of 3,000+, I refuse to believe that my glory days are over. We'll call it a dormant stage, but this volcano plans to rock the world once more.