A lot of things have happened since my last blog post and maybe even before that and somehow, I chose not to shed a light about it. The reason? Because I'm scared. Scared to judge and be judged; to hurt and to be hurt. Then, here I am writing this post because I could not contain the gnawing feeling in my chest to write and talk about it. I don't like to write when I'm forcing myself to write so I did not but this time, I think I'm ready. I'm ready to write once again.

I love to write. That's what I know since I was a kid. I didn't pursue the craft in college not because my parents forced me not to. I agreed with them to take another path because I don't want writing to be a job. For me, I want it to be something more close, more personal and that's why I do not regret not studying it. Then, here comes the art of student journalism wherein I've been a part of since I was in grade school.


It was different when I was a kid and even more different when I'm in college. It's more challenging, more dynamic and more independent. You have to figure out everything for yourself. You have to speak your mind and face people that you don't normally interact with. In short, it drives you out of your comfort zone. And I didn't mind it. Instead, I fell in love with it.



Four years. That's how long I've been part of the student publication and in that four long-slash-short years, I found friendships that I know that can last a lifetime. It's crazy when you come to think of it but most of all, what I am thankful for is the trust that my upperclassmen gave me. No, not only the trust coming from them but also the trust that I've got from my high school and college friends. To be honest, it is that trust that continuously drives me to pursue my career in student journalism. I can easily quit because that's not really my line of expertise but I chose otherwise. I chose to stay and I will stay because I want to and because you want to.