I take a last look at the university I dreamt of for years. I smile as some students pass me by and I envy them, laughing as if oblivious of the world around them. As I walk down the path memorable to me for the past five months, I think of the consequences that might result to what I was planning to do. Chances are at stake. I can either win or lose, but I only have one shot at it.
A few days later, I stood in front of the ST gate of Adamson University. I did not know if my decision of transferring to this school was a good resolution to the dilemma I faced. I took up BS Biochemistry in my former school, because of my plan to pursue Medicine someday. One semester passed by and I felt that it was not the course for me. I longed for papers and pens, not scapulas and test tubes. I yearned to deliver impromptu speeches, not predict outcomes of experiments using the sulfuric acid. The desire to shift courses grew stronger each day. By the end of the first semester, I decided on shifting to Mass Communication, not thinking of anything else but my happiness. I transferred because my former school did not offer a degree in Mass Communication. It was painful to part ways with my dream university, but my happiness is more important than the name of the school I’m attending.
As it turns out, it is the best decision I have made. I am ecstatic to be where I am right now. I am just certain that someday, I will be waking up smiling to realize that the job I have is the one I want for the rest of my life.
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