Real Life

I wish I could go back to college.
In college you know who you are.
You sit in the quad, and think, "Oh my God!
I am totally gonna go far!"

I wish I could go back to college. Seriously.

I think its very ironic that when you're young, you look forward to working, to actually being on your own, and then when you actually get there, you want to go back. I guess it has something to do with how adult life is glamourized when you're young. When I was a kid, the movies I watched taught me that adult life meant being tech savvy, being able to have your own car, have your own place, be in a competitive arena where everyone appreciates your worth, being able to go out to parties whenever you want to and having dinners and lunches with your friends at really nice restaurants.

Well, they're sort of true. But these things were stripped off its old glamour, and that's why it's not fun anymore.

It's the real world. Inasmuch as it can be fun, it's also very REAL.

And today, I got my first taste of the real world. Sad to say, I wasn't very happy about it.

There are so many things to say, so many stories about how the interview went. But, in the end, the important thing to say is that I think I'm not ready for it. And, the fact that when I got out of the back entrance of the building, the first thing that caught my attention when I looked up was the building of the Ateneo Professional Schools definitely did not help.

Was it a sign? Maybe.