I reblog this everytime it is on my dashi love how he just loses it when he gets disconnected
I spent 5000 years laughing at this guy’s celebration
help me I can’t stop laughing
DID HE JUST RUN ALL THE WAY TO THE SEATS TO CLAP FOR HIS TEAM OMFG
Life after Poly
It’s like reality knocked on my door during the New Year and smacked me with some nasty truths. (Bad analogy but you get it)
I have absolutely no idea where I’m headed next and what I can do next. On an educational level, I am under qualified for local universities and at first it bugged me. It bugged me about how I got so lazy over the last 3 years I completely lost my chance into a local university. The silver lining in my opinion though, is that I actually dislike the curriculum for communications local universities had to offer me - considering there are only 2 modules for me. So I tried to rationalise with myself, hey, even if I did well i wouldn’t want to go to university and write a bunch of research papers about communication. I want to make a bunch of videos about communication.
It really didn’t help that I finally found the right university for me with modules that were custom made for my situation. Not forgetting, the school fees were subsidised by the government so I get to pay local university fees for a private university programme. But NO, things just had to go wrong with #badlucksookyi, the university announced its completion of contract with MOE and Ngee Ann and are now considering where to head next. Thank You very much.
So i figured, Ok, why not go out and work. But as I scroll through the list of job offers, I suddenly feel so incompetent. I don’t know if its the side effect of entering mass comm when everyone warned me how niche the course was. It’s true. How I dabbled with introduction classes to different forms of media did not come in handy because job offers expect me to specialise in one. And pardon me, I’d gladly specialise in one, it’s just the polytechnic’s interest was more to expose us to various types of media in a span of 3 years. Now I feel so intimidated by job expectations. My gut takes a few steps back and crawls back into the abyss of loserville.
All in all, it’s veru much a personal battle (and it’s how I keep explaining to people when asked about my future) of whether I can bring myself, in this society, to go out there and carpe that bloody diem with just a Diploma certificate. Maybe I’ll go back to study one day, maybe the jobs I land gives me priceless experience and I will be confident enough to settle with just a Diploma certificate.
I’m terrified and so not ready for the world.