For years, people tried to talk me out of
becoming a writer. There was a particular instance in middle school that I will
never forget. My teacher had given me an assignment to pick the career I wanted
and to present a Powerpoint presentation in front the of class. As she was
walking around the classroom, she said, "What did you choose,
Madison?" I distinctly remember telling her "Journalism." My
Powerpoint had a very colorful cover slide with a picture of a quill.
"Oh, you will want to pick something else," she said. Hurt, I continued to listen because she was my teacher, someone who I trusted to lead and guide me. "You won't ever make any money being a writer," she said and walked off. She never knew how much those words impacted me. Subtly, my mind shifted to other careers. "Let me look up the salary for a nurse," I said to myself, knowing the health care field was always promising. Seeing the numbers on the screen settled it. I would be a nurse, even if every fiber in my thirteen-year-old body went against it!