The Correspondent's Room

i had to deliver a final paper for a class to a newspaper office. that's where our teacher worked. he was a film critic for a chicago paper. great class on writing film reviews. anyway, i was really quiet. didn't say much during class. kind of shy. one day i wrote a whimsical review of a movie, which we didn't go over during class. he implored me to share my ideas more. but i was too shy. and didn't feel i could produce on a regular basis. it was hit or miss with me. but anyway. i was actually going to pick up a final paper at the newspaper office. i got in the elevator and rode to the 6th floor. and as soon as the door opened, i thought i had finally found home. the whole environment felt so right. and yet. did i pursue a career in journalism?