Since the age of 12, I have had a pretty clear path my mind has set out for me. However, as time passed, and my life has festered into something... pretty repugnant, I've changed the way I've looked at things, as one does as their growth and goals come into a screeching halt in fear of failure and in fear of mothers. I, personally, have a fear of failing my mother. Lovely. Anyways, when I was 12, I was dead set on my ambitions and the directions I wanted to take. I knew I wanted to be a writer since I was 10, having written a few (shitty) 'novels'. By coincidence and perhaps fate, I looked at the word journalism, had no idea what it was, thought it had the word journal and thus relative to writing, and so claimed it as my major. Through research, I knew I wanted to go to University of Missouri, Columbia, which had a great--one of the best--journalism schools. And that was... pretty much that. I'm lucky that my family is well off, that I am able to select wh...