I feel something.
In the past few days, as I've begun classes and started work on my submissions for the newspaper, I've begun to feel something I haven't felt in probably more than a decade:
AMBITION.
This is coupled with another, far more familiar emotion:
FRUSTRATION.
Suppose I do exceptionally well in my journalism classes, impress my teacher/editor, and churn out some great stories for the paper this semester. Suppose I do a better job at this journalism thing than I've done on anything else in recent memory. Suppose I enjoy myself so much, and feel so accomplished, that decide I want to pursue journalism.
I won't be able to.
For a quick recap, I'm ineligible for Federal financial aid because of all of my past screw-ups in college. Kent State has sent my delinquent account to collections, so I can't go back there, and they won't release my transcript until I come up with $800. Without that transcript, I can't get into any other school.
I don't know. I'm enjoying myself right now, but I feel like it's all too little too late.
AMBITION.
This is coupled with another, far more familiar emotion:
FRUSTRATION.
Suppose I do exceptionally well in my journalism classes, impress my teacher/editor, and churn out some great stories for the paper this semester. Suppose I do a better job at this journalism thing than I've done on anything else in recent memory. Suppose I enjoy myself so much, and feel so accomplished, that decide I want to pursue journalism.
I won't be able to.
For a quick recap, I'm ineligible for Federal financial aid because of all of my past screw-ups in college. Kent State has sent my delinquent account to collections, so I can't go back there, and they won't release my transcript until I come up with $800. Without that transcript, I can't get into any other school.
I don't know. I'm enjoying myself right now, but I feel like it's all too little too late.