Economics Does Not Make a Better Man Out of Me

It took 3 years for me to realize that economics is not my forte. Graphic designing is my forte, along with computers, photography, and hopefully, marketing (an idea still in the making). You might be wondering, "why did you enroll in that friggin faculty, you dumbass?" Well, boys and girls, years ago when I was in high school, my economics grade was way better than average and although I'm starting to get good at computers, I was majoring in social sciences, sad for me. My graphic design skills were virtually non existent (papa graphic and mama design just started dating in my last highschool year. Their son was born sometime during my second year of college. Took em long enough...). Anyway, I did the most logical thing that I can think of back then, I signed up to the best economics school in the country (Back then, my university was the best in it's class. Now... it's just the same-o, lame-o, crap-o). Hey, don't give me that look! If you're in my position, you'd probably do the same thing.

Where was I? Oh yeah, my early college days. Those average grades kept falling and falling from the first year. Luckily on the second year of college, fate introduced me to the very wonderful world of,... you've guessed it, graphic design! You should've seen my first design. Truthfully it's just three cliparts mashed-up for no particular reason. It was the worst graphic design in history, but it was also the start of something big (*still crossing my fingers...*). Computer and photography skills also went up several notches. Again, the realization came just a tad too late. I went through my third year and cross over the closing line for changing faculties just like that. So, here I am, a graphic designer / IT specialist wannabe / photographer extraordinaire trapped in the world of economics for my sixth year. This week I'll be presenting my final research to three very faculty members and going through that comprehension test to finally get out of this God-forsaken faculty. My advise for all you good people out there: find your dreams before you hit the ground, then run like hell!

Six years of wasteful opportunity costs. F**k em. Now let's get this over with.