I attempt to be professional, but I admit I slide. This is probably because I do not operate in a wholly professional environment. And even when I’m not on campus and I happen to encounter people behaving like idiots, like people who ride bikes through red lights in the middle of the night, then I realize how professional I can be, and I have rather notable references to my prized work ethic. But I let my guard down, often at the wrong times. Sometimes I catch myself losing my thoughts on a person, and this is where the danger lies, and this type of behavior can be very un-professional. The circumstances that a person is immersed in, is what makes them professional. A stock broker is immersed in long days of business; professionalism is ingrained into his psyche. Me, I am immersed in a world of people nearly fresh out of high school; I get fairly annoyed, though I declare I am not resentful toward my younger fellow classmates, they are a very brilliant bunch. I, however, I am taking a new approach. White shirts. I am going to buy white shirts with collars so that when I see myself in the mirror at school, I can remind myself that I have to be professional, and professionals don’t make mistakes. I may not be making money yet, but looking like I make money will work toward actually making money. Thus, if I am wearing my shorts and my t-shirts and tennies, my mind falls in line with what I am wearing. The only problem is, professionalism can wear on me. I like being mature and professional, but it’s not that fun. And I, sadly enough, was taught by a pack of wolves that fun is one of the only things worth living for. Professionalism, by contrast, only leads to fun. Professionalism is about working one’s tail off, just ask any prostitute. She has to be professional, but when she’s got all that cash, at least the option to go have fun exists. So, here on my most non-professional blog I am making a note-to-self: make special trip to custom men’s tailor to buy professional looking white shirts, because I am taking a baby step towards being a pinch more professional. Being professional means people want you. “Look, he’s professional, let’s get him.” “We need to get a professional on the scene.” “Don’t worry about the situation, it’s being handled by a professional.” I think there’s a line that people need to see about professionalism. Being professional doesn’t mean being robotic, impersonal, rude, or conniving. A true professional can let the guard down and sing lullabies to his children before they go to sleep at night. Professionalism is strength, innovation, leadership, courage, and maturity with the ability to understand why the need to be professional is necessary in the first place.