I don’t know. The three words I can always count on in my life. I have struggled with who I am for the longest time. I think that the only time I was sure what I wanted to be was when I won a writing competition in high school (the NCTE) that allowed me acceptance into UCLA. After that, it was one giant slippery slope. I became unsure if being an English major was enough, then got caught up in promoting and creating events in college (South Asian Youth Conference, Bruin Bhangra,etc) , and I thought I had a knack for it. My family couldn’t afford for me to go, so I took on being a dishwasher as well as doing dorm security to make tuition. I became even more confused. Did I want to just become a write? How will I survive? So I added Political Science as well, because I thought I was special and could do both. That added another year so I took almost 5 years to graduate.
I still think that college was perhaps the best time of my life because it allowed me to almost figure out who I am, yet in some ways it spoiled me. I avoided real life, and so after college I took on Americorps and ended up in Lexington, Kentucky where I tutored juvenile delinquents in English for a year. Again, I got busy in volunteering, and not really facing myself. After coming back, I somehow decided on law school at the Southwestern University School of Law, but not in old program, the SCALE program, the only 2 year law program in the country at the time. I decided to go with being unconventional because it allowed me to avoid real life. So went the story of my life, yet I also know I am not being fair with myself. I make not knowing seem a bad thing, but what I really mean is my hunger for knowledge has never died. I like to think it keeps me young. Sometimes saying “I don’t know” is also saying “I want more.”
- Letter: Get to know AmeriCorps, and amazing people who make it happen (tcpalm.com)
- Shakespeare and Salaries: Getting a Job as an English Major (shannawithstanza.wordpress.com)