My name is Rae Shamone.

I didn't picture myself writing until my senior year of high school. Writing is all I am good at, or at least decent. As I lay myself down to sleep, every night, I pray for God to give me direction. Not knowing what my calling is terrifies me. As of May 12th of 2009, I officially became a sophmore in college. I am not thrilled. This first year was to give me time to really think about what I really wanted to do with my life. More than anything, I want to help others. Because I have been blessed all my life, I want to make a contibution to the lives of those who need help. Declaring one's major is or should be the most important decision any college student makes. Fortunately, one can change one's major as many times as they want to. This only means that students are scared, have doubts, or they simply don't have a clue what the want to do. When I applied to Norfolk State University as a transfer, I submited my major as English. I wanted to major in Social Work, but the courses were completely out of my league in education. Particularly, psychology is the subject that undermined my decision to disclose choosing Social Work as my major. The word, psychology itself is not of my interest. I have issues like anyone else, but I have mental issues that have become my existence. Because I have been counseled several times, I made a conscious decision not to become a therapist or any such thing. There is no way I can help others with their problems if I have problems of my own. These problems go beyond the norm. Although I could minor in Social Work, I don't think I'll be capable of making the world a better place. I am not as smart as others, anyway. I do not have adequate knowledge about History, let alone any other subject.

I like to read. I do not keep up with the books I read, but I like them. Reading about someone else's life is riveting to my soul. As far as writing goes, I don't. I am quite a novice. More than anything, I am scared. Since my last year of high school, I have had it in my head that I can be a writer. The most interesting thing about this random thought is that it won't go away. Anyone can be a writer. In fact, everyone can. I am not sure if I want the fame. I have never wanted attention. At least, I don't think so. I mean, I have always been that quite girl, the anti-social girl. I know I don't want to be rich. Now I know... I want to be rich in love. I want to feel like I belong. I want to feel like the space that I consume is meaningful, and not futile. I guess that means I do want the fame. Martin Luther King Jr. said "Everyone can't be famous, but everyone can be great. Greatness is shown through service." I emphatically believe that this is true, and I want to continue to help serve in order to affect social change anywhere I can. Because I believe in change, in hope, I love to volunteer whenever and wherever I can, and I love to. One of the reasons why I think people write is because people respond to writing. A blockbuster movie, a high-rated television program, and a bestseller novel all come down to good writing. These media outlets have there advantages in today's society. Movies and television are not merely for entertainment purposes. The storylines are fiction and nonficton, but are generally based on real life situations or dilemmas in which people respond to. People learn from watching or reading, which is worhwhile. Writing, therefore, can help others in more ways than one. Sharing all my thoughts right this second makes me feel good. It is quite something when I express my feelings all in text. Since I don't have any direction, I'll just stick to writing to see where I'll go.

Loves

God Family The friends that I hope to have Teachers Counselors Volunteers

Si se puedo!! =