Take this paper, and go forth!
I have finally graduated from journalism graduate school after three and a half horridly long years.
I wanted to go to graduate school because I thought my undergraduate degree (a BA in political science, and a minor in peace and conflict studies) would not help me get a job.
I decided to study journalism because I thought I could help people through investigation, research, and reporting.
I thought graduate school would make me feel like a professional.
Ahhaha. Right. Although I feel about as professional as a child, my graduate school experience did teach me a few things.
I learned that some people don’t care about your work, your feelings, and don’t care if you improve, learn, or grow as a writer.
I also learned that some people are caring mentors, will help you sort through your ideas, and will spend time with you to ensure you become the best writer, reporter, and editor you can possibly be.
Basically, I learned how the cliché “real world” works. I got slammed, and I got praised.
I also learned that I don’t want a high paying, stress filled job (wait, what journalist does have a high paying job?).
I’m a goofy person at heart, and I would rather work in a somewhat calm, non-judgmental office and have a mediocre salary than have the company I work for run me ragged.
I’m proud of the work I completed in graduate school. Surprisingly, I never did tire of my project, which was a series of teen health blogs for teen girls. The girls I interviewed loved the blog, and said it would really help other young teens be more comfortable when asking friends, family, or physicians about health concerns. That reaction alone makes me feel like I’ve made it.
I’m thankful I went to graduate school. I made a lot of good friends, got to work at a good company that allowed me to work a flexible schedule, and I have learned how to write meaningful articles that will someday (I hope), help others.