Hi, I'm Katy
I always tell people that I'm horribly awkward at describing myself, but maybe the cringe factor won't be as bad through words. Getting the obvious out of the way, my name is Katy and i'm currently 18 years old and will be off to college in a little over a month. And yes, I'm honestly scared out of my mind to be sent off exactly 204 miles away from home. I'll be studying English with a concentration in rhetoric at Binghamton University with hopes of flourishing into the journalism, publishing, and media industry. I've always had a passion for the arts, but more specifically, writing, making journalism a perfect choice since its purpose is to spread awareness throughout the world from simply writing. Ever since I was a little girl, I would rummage through my basement and collect all the black marbled notebooks I could find, all which held my newest pieces. My mind was running wild with a myriad of new and ridiculous ideas I just had to get down on paper to share to my friends and family. The first time I actually felt accepted in society was when I endlessly wrote series of stories that my classmates would rave about, some even paying me to keep one of my notebooks. From that early age, I realized just how powerful words really were in expressing emotions that couldn't be easily outright spoken. Writing was ideal for me: a shy girl who was typically outcasted by society because she was "different" through her ethnicity. Elementary and middle school passed(thank god), and I finally began to feel like I could associate myself with other groups of people, rather than the wanderer I used to be. Though with that, I started dropping interests I once had to compensate for the new friends I was rapidly making. That meant my knack for writing went on a drastic downhill slope. For my first 3 years in high school, I didn't pick up a pen or pencil to creatively write for myself, which is one of my biggest regrets. I didn't feel like an individual person anymore. I lived my life trying to please everyone around me so I could feel accepted for once, and if I was lucky, "popular". Finally, senior year of high school, I was able to become comfortable with myself and my friends, some of which who left me, and some who lovingly stayed by my side. I took creative writing courses, which helped me to brush up on my writing skills, though sometimes I still find it hard to get my ideas onto paper, or in this case, a word document. But hey, practice makes perfect, and I expect myself to get back on my feet and try my best throughout college. I have a perfect combination of supporting friends, a motivating family, and an amazing boyfriend...what more could I need? So yes, I love creativity and the arts and writing. But no, I'm not ashamed of this passion. Maybe it's often downcast by society as a "worthless" major. I refuse to let myself fail no matter where I end up in life. I have all the necessary tools to guide me through my success, and this time, I won't let myself fall (too) behind. Hey, I'm still human.
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