The Wrong Turn
Before I entered college, I took quite a number of tests that would enable me to know which course would fit me best (including the NCAE) and guess what the result was: Communication Arts! I wasn’t really surprised with it because ever since I can remember, all my interests and skills are all English-inclined so that was not a problem with me. I was just confused back then regarding what course I would take up that’s why I made my parents decide for me not knowing that I was making the greatest mistake of my life!
The picture of my first day in class was okay but certainly not terrific. There really was something wrong that I just can’t seem to explain. After a long while of thinking things over a million times, I figured out that the path I’m in now is not just for me. From the feeling of vagueness, I distinguished hatred in my situation now. I loathe my major everyday of my life! I thought I can learn to love my course but it turned out to be the other way around. The more I push myself to love it, the more I would hate it. Every time I would march my way to my college, I feel like I’m marching through hell!
The thought of shifting is very tempting but the thought of telling this to my parents brings me the creeps. I know that they would disapprove of it but I just have to follow my dream. I was totally surprised of myself the day I had the courage to speak my heart out but I believe that deep desperation brought it so. We talked over the phone about it and as expected, they argued a lot with me but I won in the end. Now the challenge is, I have to prove them that I am worth of their trust and that I must not fail them.
It’s really hard meeting expectations most especially from my family but I realized that I’m not living for them but for myself. I have to do the thing that would make me alive. I just have to follow my dream for nothing can possibly go wrong as an old saying goes. Though the distance from me and my goal is a long, winding, rocky, and muddy road, I have to seize it, for life would be very boring if I would not take risks and fail at some point in time. Mistake is an integral part of success, for it is an avenue for learning. It is an opportunity for me to grow thus making me mature generally. I’m still praying for this, and I really am hoping that I’m walking through the right path.
I just have to believe in myself for if I won’t, who else will?
