|Posted on May 24, 2012 at 8:05 PM|
There's a price for being driven as a person. You know what you want and if you don't get it you're hurt.
But what happens if the thing you've always wanted is pulled out right from under you and you have no idea where you will turn next if it happens to you?
I've always loved writing, whether it was short stories, poems, essays (sometimes) and new articles.
I also have always been rather driven. Early on in my life, it was my parents pushing me. But after my dad's death my sixth grade year, which was my version of skating by (or below my standards anyway); I decided to start really pushing myself. In seventh grade on it was academic overachievement or bust for me. I wanted numerous awards and acknowledgement. To me it was the sure fire way that I would get to go to college.
Not surprisingly, by 10th grade year I knew where I wanted to go to college (LSUE for a year then ultimately at LSU) and what I wanted to go to college for. It was simple, I wanted to write, especially sports.
The simple goals have been achieved. I went to LSUE and graduated LSU. I'm writing for a newspaper and I get to string in football season.
It's not glamorous, by any stretch, but it's all I've ever wanted to do and to me its continued progress in my goals.
While at LSU, I heard that the world of journalism was changing. I felt that despite the school's best efforts to break me I was more than marginally prepared for that ever changing world. In fact I think I have utlized it well with my work for National Football Authority.
But it actually didn't hit home until today. The bombshell heard 'round the print journalism world today came from New Orleans when places like The New York Times reported via blog about the forthcoming and monumental cuts coming to the The New Orleans Times-Picayune and several other Newhouse Newspaper-owned papers.
The "Times-Pic," as many know it as, has a long proud history. It has Pulitizer Prizes. It's survived hurricanes. It has been part of Louisiana and the country's history.
Now it will be a tri-weekly paper with a much smaller staff.
That ominous news has led to one giant, collective gulp across the country today for all print journalists.
The paper survived Hurricane Katrina, but apparently cannot survive in the traditional sense thanks to the technology revolution that every newspaper continues to try and handle.
Today became the day those three years of lectures hit like a ton of bricks and every print journalism major around the world has to be scared.
I know I am.
Because here's the thing; I have no idea what else to do with my life is this world of print journalism crashes down on me. Going back to school isn't really an option and frankly I'd have no diea what I'd go back for even if I could.
I'm afraid the dark days of print journalism are truly upon us, and folks it's reevaluation time for a lot of us.
And here's the biggest irony; this blog does nothing to help my case.