1. My Dream? Huh…

    You know those kids who are born knowing what they want to do for the rest of their lives? They discover a magnificent talent or maybe they have such an interest in a single activity that leads them to plan out their life until the day they die. I’m not saying it’s easy for them, but I’ll bet it’s a whole lot more gratifying than a life like mine, trying to discover their personal legend. My good friend Dayton has an iPod full of classical music that he listens to when we have free time during class. Of course, I’m not trying to imply that he’s a loner because many of us adore him, even though his speech is that of George Washington’s. (Literally, he was born in the wrong century.) However, his love towards piano and composing is so strong and he doesn’t have any doubt as to what his career will be. I have witnessed a performance of his and it blew me away how much I actually paid attention. 

    Me, on the other hand, just like many others have several hobbies but no strong direction of what I want to become. I love sports and being active but I also enjoy every second of laziness I can find during the day. Some days, I can be so preoccupied with a crafty project of my own, that I don’t even notice that I’ve gone without lunch. I use my sewing machine every now and then for various projects that pop into my head. Not to mention that I own a Nikon D1500 that I totally adore but I make hardly any use of it.

    - - - Actually, I’m trying to use Shutterstock to make some easy money on some random shots, but it wasn’t so easy after all. I’ve been turned down twice and I have yet to apply again but with different pictures, I guess. 

    Anyways, the point is, I’m a Jack-of-all-trades. I am good at many things but not great at any one thing.

    I did this thing a little while ago, where I fantasized about a perfect, realistic day doing whatever I wanted. The first thing that I changed was my setting. I know for sure that I am going to live in England, preferably London. I imagined my stylishly-dressed self walking out of a cute little apartment to McDonalds for a McFrappé, or whatever they sell (I actually hate coffee, but it’s the mainstream thing to do). Then, I use the “Tubes” to get to wherever I work as a journalist, whether it’s at my desk, out researching and interviewing, taking pictures for my article, or in Trafalgar Square, typing away in my MacBook perfectly at peace. 

    I’m not exactly the biggest people-person, and I enjoy writing for the most part, so I began to settle in to this idea. After that, I began researching the average pay for a beginner journalist in the UK. This is what I found.

    (Thank you, payscale.com)

    Benefits are kind of terrible, but I’ve never broken a bone (knock on wood), so let’s hope for the best. All-in-all, it doesn’t sound too shabby.

    Then, I decided I might get a head start and look for some online freelance writing jobs, but it wasn’t easy, considering I’m fifteen and I have no experience in journalism. Most of the applications, however, required a link to a personal blog.

    So now, after all that, I have decided to begin recording all of my thoughts on this measly blog. I have two amazing followers, who will most likely unfollow me after this aimless, page-consuming post, but I aim to gain more and in the meantime, muster a collection of posts that will at some point in time, impress a person that will hire me. Now thank God that’s over.