Last week, I applied to college. It felt strange to do so... Like it wasn't something I should be doing. And it wasn't for what I thought I would be applying for, either.
For the past five or so years, I've loved history. For those of you who know me, don't take that as I don't love history anymore—I still do love it. But maybe that isn't what I should go to school for. I don't really want to be a teacher, a professor (which is basically the same thing), a park ranger, or a tour guide. Okay, so that last one, maybe I wouldn't mind doing that. That isn't the point, though.
As much as I love history, and love to learn about it, it's not what I 100% want to go to school for. I applied for Communications because that is a degree that involves social media, as well as could allow me to become a writer.
I'm not the best writer, but I love to write this blog, and would love to write a book some day soon. Or even work for a company's social media department. The internet has shaped and changed my life in so many ways—I've grown up on the internet, established long lasting relationships via the internet (and have even met some of those people in person), and learned so much via the internet.
