If someone was to ask me what my dream job would be, I wouldn’t say Journalist.
Someone asked me this the other day. They said if I could be anything, what would I be. A detective. No where even close to a Journalist.
It sounds silly I know. But I would love to part of the police force. I would love to track people down, piece crimes together, help bring justice to people.
Why am I studying Journalism? I ask myself this everyday.
I can honestly say, hand on my heart, that it is not what I expected it to be. In the year and a half that I’ve been at university I haven’t learnt any more (apart from shorthand and government) than I did when I was at college. So far, it feels like the £9,000 a year fee has been a waste of money. The only good part is the social life, but even then I ‘m becoming to realise it’s not as great as it seemed.
This probably sounds all very contradictory from my previous post ‘Nice is not a nice word‘ but it’s not. Don’t get me wrong, I love to write, I really do, but I don’t like the thought of being told what to write. I like to be honest in my words, tell people things as they truly are. I don’t want to be one of those writers who bends the truth just to get a more interesting story, or lies through their teeth to get a more powerful angle. I just want to tell people how things are in hope that they will learn from what I have to say.
I know no-one likes being told what to do, but I’m starting to doubt my degree because of this. While studying Journalism is something I’m interested in, it hasn’t challenged me, and I feel like I wont be challenged. Compared to other degrees, it is a push over. We hardly do any work compare to other people, yet we still pass. Bizarre isn’t it? Because at the end of the day, we all still have a degree.
The other issue is its limits. My degree is focused on a career, once completing it I can only really go into Journalism. Just like anyone else, I want to be at the top. I don’t want to write about celeb gossip. I want to experience travel writing – sharing my visits with others, encourage them to see the world. I want to be a war correspondent – see news first hand, get a glimpse of what people will do for others. I want to be an investigative journalist – research into areas to help others, release information that has never been exposed before. I want to do all of this, but what are the chances?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to throw in the towel. I would only ever quit if I was 100% certain of what my future entailed. I would only ever quit if I knew the other side would be greener. I’m just worried. So many people want to be journalist. So many people studying other degrees want to be journalists, yet, if they fail, they have a back up. They’re specialised in an area that can offer them jobs as well. I’m specialised in one career, or will be when I finish uni, and if that doesn’t go to plan, I’m worried where I’ll end up.
I know being a journalist doesn’t pay well. I wouldn’t want to have a job based on the money. I want to have a job because I love it. Like I said, I love to write. If I can, one day, win myself the job where I’m writing about issues that actually affect people as opposed to gossip, no matter what it pays, I will be happy. My only aim is to help others. I want my words to inspire others, because if it wasn’t for the words of others I wouldn’t be where or who I am today.
I want to dedicate my life, career and words to inspiring future generations.