I am back in school doing my Masters. It's bizarre how I got myself into this. For a kid who never did well in school, I can't even imagine why I'm here.
The funny thing is... all this time, I thought people should get experience first before even getting their Masters... otherwise, what's there to talk about? Isn't Masters supposed to be like the next level of your Bachelor's or something? Well, I don't know. I probably got the memo wrong because here I am with a bunch of kids literally a decade younger than me.
I have a bad habit of self-deprecating myself. Partly because it's part of my humor and partly because it's the truth. Like I always joke about how painful my back is and how I get bruised up easily. My young friends laugh at me and call me old. Haha, if they only knew what they're getting themselves into. This profession that they're aiming for will literally break their bones and muscles. They say it will never happen because they'll own their businesses. That made me laugh again because that's exactly what 50 blockmates of mine said and look where they are now. Most are no longer in the field and the few left, well, some never even left their very first jobs...
So this is what older people must have felt. When young people start dissing you for all that wisdom and experience you've gained. I understand now.
I'm beginning to look at the bright side of things which is really hard, still. But the workload is definitely keeping me from drowning in a depressive state. I am trying to remember all my long term goals and focusing my energy into achieving that. If I managed to do it 3 and 5 years ago, I'll be able to do it again.
