Creativity, my biggest enemy at the moment.
Before I transferred into the School of Journalism and Graphic Design as a public relations student, I used to think I was pretty creative. When watching my favorite show Law and Order, I'm always the one among my friends to correctly guess the outcome of the episode. Since I'm always called upon to help someone decorate a room or help with an arts and craft project, I was always labeled as the "creative one."
It was this very summer I realized that I wasn't as creative as I thought. I was asked at my internship to help come up with a name that could be used for a donation campaign they would use for their 10th anniversary. The plan basically would ask for donors to give $10 for ten months in honor of IPF's tenth year of service. The development coordinator originally named it 10-10-10. She asked me what I thought of it. I told her her it sounded like Herman Cain's 9-9-9 plan.
I was given the task of coming up with a new name for the campaign. So you can imagine how shocked I was when I couldn't come up with a good one. I had some ideas, but none were creative or thought provoking enough (I'm so not sharing the names I came up with). I wasn't embarrassed, just more so disappointed. Here I was all along lying to myself, and the worst part was it's not like you can teach your self to be creative, it's truly is a talent in my eyes.
My dominant side has to be my scientific side, which now presents a problem for me. Usually for classes, I study the material take a test and pass it. With PR it's so different. Not only must you know the scientific elements, but your own creativity is what makes one successful.
As corny as this may sound I admire J.K. Rowling's creativity. I started reading the the Harry Potter series when I was 10 -years-old. It was given to me by a woman my mother used to work as a Christmas gift since she knew how much I loved to read. From the very first page I was entrapped and thrown into a world with new words and interesting cultures.
What I admire most is that when I read the last book at age 17, it still had the same effect on me when I was ten. I never felt like I was reading a book, it was more like being transported to another world. It's quite strange that I remember what age I was and what grade I was in when I read each book. That's saying something! The fact the she was able to create such a vivid and realistic world based on a unrealistic subject as magic always made admire her as a writer. Though I hardly ever publicly admit, she is one of my favorite authors.