I didn't decide to go into journalism to make money. In fact, if money was my goal I'd be nowhere near this field. With that being said, however, I wasn't anticipating just how little I would be making.

I'll be honest, what I make amounts to what most people refer to as pitiful. There are times when I find myself choosing between gas and groceries. Gas most always wins seeing as how I have to get to work somehow to make more money (to pay for my gas).

I live by a budget (or at least I try to), and I don't have a credit card. I don't want credit card debt to compound my student loan debt (roughly one new car), which has been put off until next year because the payments became too much.

My student loan debt is overwhelming. I try not to dwell on it too much to avoid depression. At the very least, I wonder why I went to school in the first place. My job is supposed to pay it off right? Well, it sure doesn't seem like it.

And I'm one of the lucky ones. I have a job that pays more than minimum wage; I have health benefits; I haven't gone hungry yet; and although my car is rarely full I have gas to get to and from work. There are countless others out there who can't claim any of that.

People just like me, or who are worse off than I am or even doing better than me are marching on Wall Street in protest. While I admire that we're finally starting to stand for something, I have to wonder if we know what it is we're standing for or if we're even standing in the right place to begin with. I see videos and I read articles written by protestors, and they're all over the place. With no common direction, how can anything get accomplished?