As told by Katie
When I was little, all I wanted to do when I grew up was to be a nurse like my oldest sister, Jenea. I had a huge reality check when I realized that I was absolutely horrible at math and I didn’t really like people all that much.
When I was about 17-years-old, I decided that I wanted to be a forensic scientist. Then I realized how much biology I would have to take during my college career, and automatically dismissed that dream (science was never really my thing, but the thought of it was pretty nice).
Then, as I entered my first year at Assumption, I decided I wanted to work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The Behavioral Analysis Unit, to be exact. But I quickly realized that if I had a family later in life, they would always be in danger, I would never actually see them and I couldn’t talk about my job.
For those of you who know me, I love to talk about anything and everything.
Changing what I wanted to do with my life three separate times brought me to where I am now as a junior in college.
I want to work for World Wrestling Entertainment and to some of you that sounds absolutely stupid, crazy and even confusing. Before you judge me and flip the page, let me explain how I came about my decision.
When I was little, my oldest brother Chris and I never got along. By never, I mean he would drown my Barbies and I would throw meatballs at his face. He would ignore me when I talked; I would laugh when got in trouble. He’s four years older than me, so naturally there is bound to be some type of conflict between us.
Chris originally started watching WWE long before I did and my mom used to record the shows on VHS (because they were on way past our bedtime). I started to watch them with Chris when we got home from school the next day.
During those three hours of RAW and the two hours of Smackdown, we would laugh and yell at our favorite wrestlers, because that was the only time that we actually got along. We didn’t yell, hit or fight when we would watch it.
So, it started to become a routine for us. We would watch them together almost every week and enjoy each other’s company. When it was over, we would go back to hating each other and living our lives.
As we got older, I stuck with WWE while Chris stopped watching it and moved on. But it stuck with me; no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop watching it. Some of the storylines are extremely stupid, and I’ll admit that to anyone who asks.
For my 20th birthday last year, my parents bought me tickets to see my first ever live Smackdown taping. And last March, I took my roommate to see her first-ever live Smackdown show (RAW is live on USA and Smackdown is taped on Tuesday nights and airs Fridays on Syfy).
My love for all things wrestling isn’t the reason that I decided against all the other majors I considered. I dropped them because I realized that I wanted to write. I wanted to make a difference with my words on paper, with the storylines that I potentially could write.
With that in mind, I decided to major in English with a concentration in writing and mass communications and a minor in sociology. I figured I could use the sociology to my advantage and write storylines while analyzing what the WWE audience reacted to. I could use all the skills I’ve gained while working for the Provoc and the countless English classes I have taken.
I also got an internship with the Worcester Sharks in the TV production department, a step closer to following my dreams, to making myself happy.
I’ve been asked on multiple occasions, what can you even do with English or don’t you think you should major in something that can make you money?
My answers would be that I can do a lot with English, and if I’m making a lot of money, but I’m not happy, am I really living at all?
My answer would be no, you’re not living.
I’m not going to tell you it was easy for me to come to the realization that I want to write for the rest of my life, regardless of if it’s for WWE or my novels. Because if I was to tell you that it was easy, I would be lying to you.
I love to write, no matter how frustrating, eye-gouging and scream-inducing it can be (which is more often than not).
All I can say is that there is more to life than making money and to pleasing those who are near and dear to your heart, because ultimately, you have to live with your decision, not them. I know when I’m looking for jobs right out of college that I won’t be making a lot of money immediately. Someday I might be making a lot, or maybe I won’t make very much at all.
But one thing I’m sure of is that I will be happy. I will be able to come home from work each day with a smile on my face, because I know that all of my hard work in college will have paid off.
I will be happy with what I do in my life, because it isn’t a life if you don’t do what you love.