How I Fell in Love… with Reporting
I, Malik Newson, love to write. Kinda shocking, I know. (I even wrote this;)! )
But it wasn’t always this way. I used to
be really into math and science. In fact, I originally attended Iowa State University with full intentions to become an mechanical engineer like my aunt Michelle. She seemed to enjoy it and I liked to apply my mind in the same way she did: with a blank canvas and ideas to make something functioning for others to use.
But like a lot of students, I found that my major wasn’t exactly made for me. See, my grades were passable and I could handle the courses, but I remember someone back home telling me:
Okay, it wasn’t Einstein, but the thought lingered in my head for a while. I couldn’t be something that I couldn’t see in my imaginary crystal ball. I had to find a new major/“future-job-that-doesn’t-feel-like-a-job” job. I needed a change in my life.
So while I was home during Christmas break, I found an old notebook of mine that I began writing in at 8 or 9 years old. I was amazing to read these old drawings and writings I made with my best friends. I saw something in those old scribbles and sketches. It made me laugh and cry; it made me nagged my mom to read, then she laughed and cried. Then she told me, “Meek (my mom’s nickname for me), how has your writing been going?”
That question made me pause. As an engineering student, you don’t really get as much free time as you had hoped; you can be confined to the library and your room, trying to memorize your chemistry textbook and gaining a shred of an understanding. But something about it was fun for the time, but not ALL the time. I needed something that felt fun all the time.
So those old drawings and stories of mine made me have so much fun as a kid, What harm could it be to write again? So I took a day to write some new lyrics and stories for fun, called my buddy Ian and made some very funny stories.
That day was the happiest I had felt in a long time, so I decided to look at Iowa State’s course catalog for majors that could make feel like that kid when I could keep writing and writing. Then, I stumbled onto journalism.
I submitted poems to the local paper as a kid, but never thought about my research stories being published in the paper as a cover story. It felt right to try it out.
So I ran around campus like a headless chicken, getting all the paperwork signed off so I could become a journalism major. After I finished, I felt a large weight removed off my back. It felt like I made a good decision. I had rediscovered my love for writing again and now, my passion is most likely to be career.
I couldn’t ask for anything more… except for erasable pens and a lifetime supply of composition notebooks;). And that is how I fell back in love with writing and even reporting. Did you fall in your major yet?