Around this time, every year, I get a little nostalgic. The end of a year always makes me a little gloomy. I look back and reflect on events and experiences that took place throughout the year, however trivial but made an impact on me and changed the way I think.
Today I got misty eyed as I realized I’m not exactly where I wanted to be at this point of time in my life. Things have changed so much in these last 6 months, it’s hard to believe.
The most drastic change was changing my course.
It feels like only yesterday I had stepped into my college full of enthusiasm and slightly nervous. My father was the happiest. He never ceased to remind me that it’s one of the best colleges and that I should make the best use of every opportunity. The first two months went by in the blink of an eye with no problems whatsoever but in the third month, it finally sunk in that I hated my course (Bachelor in Financial Market). As another month passed I no longer had any interest or motivation to pursue it any further. I had only applied for BFM thinking it would please my father and my mother didn’t really approve of the mass media course. Also how hard could it be? It turns out, while some of the subjects were easier to comprehend the others were too technical for me. I worked hard to grasp certain concepts but it completely flew over my head. One day, out of the blue, my father asked me if I was happy doing BFM. I lied for fear of disappointment but it is at that moment that it hit me how unhappy my course made me. One of my professors had sensed the tension and had called me to her office right before my final semester exams one fine day. She didn’t tiptoe around the question and asked me if I was going through a hard time. I couldn’t contain it anymore and blurted out the truth. She also told me that my attendance was short and that according to the college policy and rules, my parents would have to come and sign. I was so distraught, I panicked and cried over and over again and didn’t attend college for a few more days.
Then I took the hardest decision of my life.
I decided to tell my parents I wanted to drop my course and pursue what I always wanted to do. Bachelor in Mass Media.
I mustered courage and called my father. The relief that washed over me was tremendous. It felt like a burden was lifted off of me. My parents along with my brother came and stayed for a week. My documents were taken back and in September I finally bid adieu to my first college.
Now, I have finished my A1 level of French and I’m doing a Diploma in Advertising, Media and Events. I will apply for BMM next year when the admissions open.
While all this was going on, that same professor called me up everyday to ask how I was. There were days when I didn’t attend her call because I was so ashamed of myself but she never gave up on me. She is undoubtedly one of the people I’ll never forget in my entire lifetime. My father was very supportive and my mother was plain remorseful for not letting me choose my own field of study. My hostel mates, now my best buddies, helped me deal with things one at a time. They were my backbone all the way through.
Even though I’m happy I sailed through one of the worst phases of my life, I’m still not a hundred percent content and I probably wouldn’t be till I join a proper college next year.
I hope this New Year brings lady luck to my doorstep and new opportunities to exploit.