I paid good money to write this blog post!

At six, I drew and
Wanted to make greeting cards
(Sorry for your loss)

End crappy Haikus
Transmission through intertubes
(Oh, the agony!)

With $40k for college, I probably should have taken a poetry class. When that 401k kicks in (or not) I'll delve more in the blues.

Burn through your pocketbook enough and eventually you'll find a college degree.
Photo: Brian Lewis-Jones

But that's not the point - I've always been indecisive in my "career path." Just because I settled on a major doesn't mean my feet are stuck in cement.

I was a junior in college when I began studying journalism. I pursued the degree on a whim - an English teacher once told me that I was good with words. I combined the compliment with my strange observation skills and voila! Big money, big prizes.

Like a baby with a rattle, anybody can be a journalist and shake up a good tale - this is especially true with the rise of the glorious "Internet Age." (Why do we still capitalize Internet as if it's the Greek God of pornography?)

With all of the kick-ass experience, internships, teachers and bowling I've experienced at KU, I feel slightly ahead of the curve - certainly more than a Mizzou, JCCC or University of Phoenix grad.

At KU, my favorite KC Star writer (Eric Adler) taught me how to write. I snagged an internship at my favorite magazine (MAKE) through a magazine fieldwork class. My favorite (only) student newspaper gave me a pretty slick web job. How could it get better? I guess I'm still working on the whole employment thing.

Ah, who cares about any of this - thanks to college, I can now bowl as well as 180. Thanks, KU!