20. It just hit me that I'm not a teenager anymore. I have responsibilities now. I remember thinking that 18 was a big birthday - "Ohmygosh I'm an adult!" - but I didn't really start acting differently. I didn't have to move out or start paying bills, even now I barely pay bills since I moved back home. 20 is kind of a weird birthday because you're in the second decade of your life, but you still aren't old enough to do certain things (like drink and...rent a car?!).
I remember when I turned 18 and graduated from high school being so excited to start college and be on my way toward being a journalist. I think my expectations were unreal. I thought I was going to be working on a newspaper or magazine right away, but in reality I had to wait a year to just APPLY for the journalism school at Ohio State. If I had gone to a community, things might have played out differently - Britney was the editor in chief of her jc newspaper, but I didn't even touch the Lantern at OSU. I feel pretty lost because of this. I haven't written and had an article published in 2 years. Since I graduated high school I have taken exactly one actual journalism class (copyediting) and written 2 articles for that class (which the professor loved). But I didn't forge a relationship with him. He was an awesome teacher but he had so many students I doubt he'll remember me. So now, as I try to apply for an internship at a magazine, I'm looking seriously disadvantaged. But I'm not going to let this discourage me - nor should you let any adversity get in your way.
When I want something - I do everything in my power to get it. I am a strong believer that if you try hard enough, you'll get what you want. So right now might be transitional - as I'm waiting for classes to begin; my work to be enjoyable again; and my bank accounts to show more than a couple of hundred dollars - but I will reach my goals. I will move out, I will be a journalist and I will love my job.