Journalism means something

When I stepped into Sterling High School for orientation day of my freshman year I couldn’t help but think about how great the year was going to be. I was going to have so much fun, hang out with friends all the time, play the sports I loved, and learn a little on the side. Little did I know that I would be missing out on something very special.


My freshman year was nothing like I expected, it was far worse (I won’t go into details because this is not a pity-party column). So, after Mr. Vogts’ convincing and pleading, I applied for yearbook and magazine and hoped that it would make for a better sophomore year.

It definitely did. I found that the group of people involved in journalism were the people I fit in with the most, and the people I had the most fun with. Journalism gave me lifelong friends, and amazing memories that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

As well as helping me in social aspects of my life, it also taught me that sometimes the things that challenge you the most, are also the most self-rewarding. Going into yearbook and magazine my sophomore year, I didn’t realize how much work went into them. I don’t think anyone really does until they partake in any of the publications. The amount of hours I have spent in that lab since I became involved in journalism is probably more hours than I’ve spent watching Netflix (that’s a lot). I was stressed at times and often felt overwhelmed while working on The Cub, but I can’t compare anything to the feeling that I got, and still get, when I see the finished product. That gratification and rewarding feeling is something that I will carry into everything I do.

Journalism has changed my life in ways that I never even knew it could, and the only thing I would change would be getting into it earlier. My freshman year would have been changed entirely.

It takes up time, and sometimes I wish that I was taking a nap, rather than in the lab on a Sunday, but every single hour has been worth it to me.