I honestly cannot believe that Donald Trump has been the President of the United States of America for four years already. That is mind-boggling to think about — just like how I was eight years old when Barack Obama was inaugurated and I remember watching his swearing in when I was in the 3rd grade (shout out to my teacher who let the class skip P.E. and watch that — it was great).

I was 16, going on 17, when President Trump was elected and when I tell you that his election raised hell from where I'm from — it raised hell. I remember classmates wouldn't speak to each other and so-on for weeks. It was heartbreaking to see that one man could create such a strong divide between the youth. Grown-ups, I can understand, but this man single-handedly ruined so many friendships in a short amount of time, I didn't know what to think of it and to add a cherry on top, I was just getting into writing and going over different careers and journalism stuck out to me, but from watching what his words did to people and then the discussion of fake news comes up, it scared the thought of even trying to be a journalist away. I wasn't having it.

I obviously changed my mind about my major, but it wasn't solely based on going against my family's "dreams for me" (which weren't my dreams anyway) I changed because President Trump made me realize that I'm writing for me and others who feel like they don't have a voice. I'm writing to build a platform for myself that will help others. To take it a step further, I plan on becoming a lawyer because I want to help people fight injustice in society.

The Obama Administration inspired me to do a lot, and while President Trump and his administration hasn't inspired me to do anything, he has shown me that I shouldn't be scared of sharing my opinion with the people who deserve to know the truth; the people of the United States of America and every other country on this wonderful Earth we live on.