I made a sign, and embarked on a journey to campus. I enlisted my awesome boyfriend, Josh, to assist as photographer. At first, I was weary of the sign I carried around in public. I wanted to roll it up or at least fold it so no one would see. But, what’s the point in that?
It was tough as I posed with my sign. I wanted no one to be around, but I understood that wasn’t the point of the declaration. As we ventured into more trafficked areas of campus, I began to feel more comfortable carrying a sign that said, in colorful bold print: “I am a writer.”
Here’s my photo journey:
|Just across the street from the parking garage, there is one of IU’s great antiquey clocks.|
|The Showalter Fountain: A mother from a tour group walked around to read my sign. My introverted self explained in short.|
|Stop! I’m a writer!|
In front of the IMU, blocking one of the gated entrances.
No one needs to know what the sign underneath says. Except it might prevent a few crashes. Okay, I won’t leave mine there permanently.
|It was such a beautiful day!|
|Woodburn Hall, where I spent a good portion of my time on campus.|
|Lost in the woods, or in my imagination.|
And there’s my journey. Maybe I didn’t approach anyone (I’m still quite shy), but I didn’t mind the tour groups and their watchful eyes. I didn’t care if all the people walking by judged me. (Except the one time I held the sign upside down for a photo. That was a little embarrassing.) But, by the end, I was proud of my sign.
And that's what it's all about: being proud of who you are.