When I was yet a student, I thought life after college graduation would be that easy. For fourteen years, I’ve struggled with books, worry about assignments, unfinished projects, kilometer long examinations and terrifying quizzes. What’s more? sarcastic and impatient instructors and classmates who would have battles with me most of the time. On my fourth year in college, I told myself that that would be the last year for battles, for stress and the end of my struggle. I convinced myself that I should go far better so that I could finish my studies on time and that my parents would be proud of me.

After receiving my university diploma, I immediately flew to the city to find greener pasture. At first, I enjoys the job-seeking experience with some of my classmates. Who wouldn’t enjoy new places, new faces, uncountable allowances and outings after each day. I just won’t forget those times when we went on malling and bar hopping.

I really enjoyed staying in the city and do all I wanted to do. Being alone made me feel independent and happy. But as time went by, I found that staying in the city and having independence has a responsibility attached to it. That I was not sent by my parents to the city just to satisfy my wants and to do all the things I wanted to do. I realized that I have to set limits, wake up with the reality that I am from a poor family and that I should have to do the right thing, be able to recover, move up and strive hard to reach the top.

In relation with my goal that pushed me to go to the city, I realized that job-seeking consumes a lot of time and costs a lot of money. That every move in the city means money, not like in the province that I can just go around without bringing money. I realized that I spent a big amount of money everyday just because of my vices and other activities. I already stayed in the city for more than six months but I was not able to find a job because of stiff competition. On top of that, I did not focus myself on what I am doing. I just took for granted some of my interviews and even skip some of my job interviews. In fact, there was a time that I pretended to be sick so that i can not come to an interview for a newspaper company.