As many people do, I joined journalism for the writing aspect of the course; to be quite honest, I had little to no clue about the sections established in the class let alone what I wanted to do. At the beginning of the year, we were given a digest of each section and almost immediately, my heart was set on opinion. I went through photography and working on the web to finally land myself in opinion for a cycle. It was an exciting experience and I enjoyed the work, don’t get me wrong, it just wasn’t what I expected.
The cycle itself was easy, the format and options for me in terms of what to write about was actually fairly liberating in the smallest sense–not that writing in web was terrible, I practically loved the pace of each story, it’s just that opinion had less restrictions in terms of the writing style in general. I did like that about opinion; it was my favorite thing about being in this section, by far. The thing is, I found that I try to censor/restrict myself when not needed at most times. I blame myself for worrying more about the people who would eventually read my words versus sharing everything that I wished to express. My biggest challenge, by far, was finding a way to voice my opinion without letting myself stress over what others would think. I mean, after all, it is my opinion.
Despite trying to cut off my own words, I’m proud with what I’ve managed to produce. I can easily say that I chose to write about something that I am more than passionate about; making it easy to explain my opinion. I’ve never written for the paper until now and I can say that I’m 100% full of gratification knowing that I pushed myself to do something that I would otherwise be terrified to do. I’ve found that opinion, and journalism as a whole for that matter, has been nothing but edification–I’m not as timid as before. I’m still shy, don’t get me wrong I haven’t had this sudden enlightenment or something of the sort. But, my character has grown more than I can handle… and I kind of love it.