It's over.
No, I'm not talking about the drama between the NFL and the player's union (which, by the way is starting to me want to vomit) I'm talking about my Spring Break job. Today, I signed off the radio for the final time with what I hope might someday be my signature line: "Remember, don't forget to smile."
I've been smiling a lot this week, even though there's no else around. I think that this week I've decided beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is the kind of thing I want to do. I want to be a journalist, a writer, I want to be on the radio. I want to communicate with people. I want to make people think. Make people smile. Make laugh.
I really hope I did that this week. But I'll be honest, I didn't take a single phone call from someone who wasn't already a friend of mine. So I don't know if anyone was listening. But I do know that it doesn't really matter. Because I think this week was more for me than anything else, even though I wasn't expecting it to be that way. I thought I was doing the radio station a favor, but it was the station that was doing me a favor. Maybe I'm crazy, but I think that after this week, I can finally say proudly for the first time that I know what I am now. Scratch that. I know who I am now.
I'm a journalist.
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