I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was 15. It’s one of the first things I tell people when they ask me why I want to be a journalist. It’s one of the first things I write in a cover letter. For seven years, I haven’t stopped writing. For the past three months I’ve diligently applied for jobs. 87 to be exact. Still unemployed. Still living at home. Still writing, but it’s getting a bit more bitter.
Time for a new plan.
My second love is fashion. Before I wanted to be a journalist I wanted to be a fashion designer. But seeing as I’m not that creative or talented for design, I left it behind and decided on journalism. All summer I secretly scoured online job sites looking for anything fashion related. I checked out a couple of fashion merchandising programs through companies like Gap Inc. and Abercrombie. I even applied to be a sales girl at the new Ralph Lauren flagship on Madison Avenue. I felt like I was cheating on journalism.
Now fashion and I are taking our relationship public. Lucky for me, not only is my alma mater one of three accredited journalism schools in Ohio, it’s also one of the best fashion schools in the country. So I scheduled an appointment with a fashion professor. Tomorrow I’m calling the admissions and financial aid offices and figuring out what I have to do to go back to school. Yes dear readers, you read that right: After being a college graduate for a whole five months, I’m going back to school for a degree in fashion merchandising.
Ok, it’s not like written in stone, but I’m 70 percent sure. I need to figure out the logistics first. And if my dream journalism job came along tomorrow, of course I would take it. But seeing as Vogue, Esquire and Vanity Fair aren’t looking for recent college grads with lots of gumption but little experience, I don’t think I’ll be getting any calls. And I’m okay with that. At first the idea of going back to school seemed crazy, but the more I thought about it the more I liked it. I’m the kind of person who buys The New York Times every Thursday just for the Style section. I named my jump drive Karl and my external hard drive Lagerfeld. For god’s sake, I devoted an entire blog entry to a critique of all the September issues.
I want to be Anna Wintour when I grow up. Maybe I’ll get there after years of journalism. Maybe I’ll get there after years of fashion. As long as I get there.
So I hope you’ll all keep reading. Things are sure to get interesting.