November. December. January. February. March. April. May. I still have seven months to work and save money for my studies. The thing is, I have been in the call center industry for over a year now but I still haven’t saved up enough. Yes, money comes easily every 15th and 30th day of the month, but life here in the Metro has proven to be not so pocket-friendly. I have to pay for everything: rent, food, fare, and some occasional thrills I am treating myself for. It would’ve been easier for me if I just stayed at home and depended on my parents, but after four years of wasting my college life for something that I didn’t like, I already know better.
Information Technology, my course before, was fine. But I just couldn’t see myself working with computers for a very long time. I wanted to write stories, prose, poems–not long computer programs that didn’t even make sense to me. It is too late, though. I no longer want to be a writer. Pumurol na ako. Blogging, in a way, has helped me sustain my love for writing. I write. I read. I blog. My appreaciation for the written word remains untainted, yet I am no longer confident in pursuing writing as a profession. I have already made up my mind to take Advertising and Public Relations next school year.
Money won’t be a problem for me. I am an able person. Working while studying is not something new to me. I am confident that I can find ways to sustain my study without being much of a burden to my parents, though I am still determined to raise funds to kick-start my life in college. I really want to finish my studies. The last time I had attended a graduation ceremony was 12 years ago, when I graduated from elementary school. See, I’m not an intelligent person after all.