STUPIDITY

College

Chapter 5: College
[Prologue]
You ever had that moment in your life when you choose things that you didn't even like in the first place?
It was college and my journey was sort-of off compared to regular students. Why?...
Well for starters, I was an I.T. student in a state university but, after one semester I shifted into Hospitality Management. Maybe it was just because I don't understand and like the vibe around me.

Another sudden change of mind, I started hating my new course. The expenses of the activities were too high for my allowance. I resorted to being overly thrifted that I ended up limiting my meals in a day. I told my mom that the course is not in it for me. The activities were mostly cooking but it is not enough to feed me well and I may end up unhealthy and sick if I continue.

Thankfully, my mother transferred me into a university. This time it wasn't just an ordinary university, it was the University of St. Catherine, one of the biggest universities in the city I live in!
"The House of all cloak bitches and Saints who freely roam the earth, JK." Actually, most people call it "The University of the Rich People of Cebu." It was a norm and believed by most people that the students in that university are rich financially. 
My mother enrolled me in a course which I don't really like. It was a Bachelor of Secondary Education Major in ENGLISH. It's too far away from my prior knowledge and it's not my forte either. In my mind, I was screaming, " FUCK! Of all the courses in the university, she chooses that shit?! I want to do marketing, animation, or History, BUT ENGLISH? I'm not good with it, especially in grammar." Since I got no choice, and I felt ashamed that I shifted multiple courses already so I decided not to argue with her anymore. I took the entrance test.  Later on, we went into another university to inquire for enrollment in case I won't pass at St. Catherine's and the university was SWU. It doesn't have any entrance exam, it was my mom's Alma Mater. All of a sudden the University of Saint Catherine (USC) called and told my mom that I passed.
I guess I shouldn't look down to myself, after all we all have the equal potentials.
Not to forget, as the years pass, Wyn never contacted me and day by day I miss him. I miss my carefree days during highschool. I miss some people. I miss Wyn.