Back in 2006 (-'07), I started my first year of College. That adventure didn't last very long. By my second year in College ('07-'08), I was ready to call it quits--- and I did. To the disappointment of my family, I dropped out of College. For a year and a half, I did nothing academically related. I focused my effort and time into volunteering for my youth group. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to go back to College anymore because I was enjoying doing things at my own pace. I had always been a laid back person, but the sense of freedom I felt was priceless. I had no deadlines to think of, no papers to write, and most of all I didn't have to wake up early (I'm a very nocturnal person)! I was living the life! Thank goodness I still had my youth group to instill some discipline and professionalism in me, because I swear without them I would have just become a very, very, very lazy person who survived on my mother's support for the rest of my (and her!) life. My family started pestering me about College, and my plans for the future about 15 months in to my "vacation". Surprise, surprise.
I've always been the person who doesn't plan for the future. I just figured the future will come someday and then I'll deal with it then, and only then. So when my grandmother and aunt really started to press me for details about my plans, I panicked and blurted the first idea that came to my mind. I decided on the spot (and I acted like I had been planning this for quite some time already) that I would go to College at this art school in the capital, which is an hour and a half away by plane from my hometown. I just wanted to get out of that house and not be around people breathing down my neck. When I finally started my first year at my new College with my new degree, I realized I had put myself in another situation similar to my previous experience. I enjoyed my classes, but damn, I hated everyone IN it. They were all younger than me, more energetic and just plain annoying. We had a bunch of suck-ups who made it impossible to get anything word-wise, and even worse, professors who valued monetary value/ expenses over actual work put in (to films). I guess I was adjusting once again to the fact that I had gone almost two years without any classmates and professors and deadlines and waking up early. I had, in fact, gone lazy, and maybe a little bit crazy. I was being carefree again, thinking about not thinking about the future. Nope, I wasn't going to deal with College anymore. I dropped out of College, again. Who drops out of College, twice in their lifetime? Uhm, me. However, reality caught up with me. Or more precisely, my family happened.
Fast forward to today, I am once again in College. This will be my last College, I swear! I jumped from being a Mass Communications Tri-media major, to a Digital Filmmaking major, and finally to a Professional Photography major, where I plan to stay. I'm 25 years old, and I'm not ashamed to say that I was a College drop out, twice, and I'm back in College now studying in a one-year diploma course. I am very happy where I am, and I am so comfortable that I'm actually looking forward for the term to start. I'll be in my second to the last term (we operate on trimesters) before graduation, come start of classes. I'm a little scared about what's going to happen after that, but I've learned my lesson! I can't avoid the immediate future anymore, but I won't think too much of the far future. I'd like to think that being a drop out has given me a unique set of experiences and knowledge that will help me face whatever comes my way, whenever it comes my way. I still plan on being laid back. Also, I'm pretty sure that I'll always be part rebel. Although, I know for sure that I will participate more and do my best to pass life with flying colors.
No? Too cheesy? Well, gosh, I plan to do it anyway!
