Remember the terrifying question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” When I was fifteen, a young sophomore in high school, I thought, “I’ll be a journalist. I like English. I like writing. A perfect fit.” It was almost as if I woke up one morning and that was my path. I was so confident that no other option seemed feasible. It’s as if it was decided for me. Oddly enough, five years later, it stuck. Who would have guessed?
Now that I am twenty years old, being a “grown-up” is becoming more real, although I sometimes feel like the awkward twelve year-old who can’t open her over-sized locker. I am finishing my third year of college, working a great job, and realizing that I am that “grown-up” that my fifteen year-old self dreamed of being. I work in the marketing office at IU Kokomo and write articles that are featured on its website, work the professionals around me are doing daily. I’m diving deep into areas and opportunities some people dream of at my age. I’m editor of a campus newspaper, something I wished to do in high school but never got the opportunity.
For a while, I was unsure of my graduation date, what track I wanted to focus on as I worked through my communications degree, and the career I would pursue once the degree fell into my hands. To this day, I’m still unsure about a lot (except my graduation date, which is May 2013. Insert rock on hand signal here.). But I am very excited to work through my public relations focus track, continue and improve my writing, and find my niche in the professional world of communications.
My boyfriend, Kyle, always tells me that “everything will work itself out.” Although I’m leery about putting it in writing, he’s right. Everything is working out and will continue to work out. I could not be more excited about where I am going and the unknown that lies ahead.
Mary Olk






