Last week in Writing Lab, I was asked to write an autobiography in 250 words. How can that be done? How can a rambler like me chop down my life into a double spaced page?
Surprisingly, the hardest part was having the guts to write highly of myself to a writing professional. Sure I can do this and I can do that, but can I write that down on paper clearly, concisely and creatively?
A flood of anxiety reminds me of the feeling I had before my valedictory address in grade 12 at Holy Cross Catholic Secondary School in Peterborough, Ontario. I reminded myself I was elected as the spokesperson for my graduating class, calming my nerves. My interpretation of the past four years was the one that was being heard the loudest. This moment, from start to finish, is what connects me to public relations.
Sharing the same beliefs as my classmates added to the excitement of being chosen as valedictorian. As a naturally strong communicator, I delivered a speech that my peers related to. As a well-rounded representative, I connected with people from different clubs and committees before, during and after my speech. How I presented myself then and how I do now, has turned a career choice that is ideal for me.
A flood of tears reminds me of the feeling I had at the end of my valedictory speech when my classmates rose from their seats in unison to give me a standing ovation. Five years laters, I still have a voice that wants and needs to be heard. Through my experiences such as this one, I am constantly reassured that I belong in public relations.
If you’re wondering what the answer is, it’s hell yeah. That, up there, proves it (and my teacher even said so).