Not many people read my blog, yet I continue to put in my best effort, and I’m proud of the products I’ve created. We don’t do a ton of advertising, because we don’t make money from the site. The website is more of a service to the students, faculty, and parents.
I’m not disconnected enough to think that my blog is a service to anyone. Everyone likes seeing pictures of themselves, hence our galleries are about 200 times more popular than any of our blogs.
So why try? Why put in effort to maintain the website and provide content? Some people would say college, and I’ll acknowledge that that fact has helped me through the times of deadlines, awkward interviews, and late night typing.
However, that’s not why I do it. I really do enjoy this. I like writing blogs, and I like designing the structure, and I love helping the other staff. More than any other class, I feel like I’m doing something. It isn’t busy work, and it always matters to me.
I can write about whatever I want. Today I almost wrote about my obsession with thrift shopping, my intended major, and about 4 other topics. It’s absolutely therapeutic.
Have you ever screamed when no one could hear you? That’s not meant to be creepy, in a “no one can hear you scream in space” type of way, its meant to be freeing, in a 13 Reasons Why, Clay-and-Tony-standing-at-the-top-of-that-cliff-after-the-rock-climbing-scene type of way.
Anyway, it’s kind of like that. I can say (virtually) whatever I want, and any of my friends can tell you, I’m a talker.
In addition, I know I’ll be a better writer in 5, 10, 20 years. I know at that point I’ll be glad no one was reading my high school work, and I’ll cringe at the fact that it was on the internet for anyone to see.
I’ll always be thrilled with readership, but it’s not a necessity for me.