College started with me attending advertising lectures in early June.
We were supposed to have an ‘Introduction’ class to advertising.
Right? No wrong.
The guy who came freaked the bleeping f*** out of everyone. Didn’t introduce shit. Started off on a tangent and I was just sitting there in a daze. *Probably after class I’ll pick up a doughnuts after class*
The first class was ad design and it was all about drawing, branding, understanding logo’s & colours etc. He gave us a list of things we needed for the next class. And I’m sitting there like, Ahh, I don’t even know if I’m gonna be taking ad. So give-me-time-to-think-and-breathe.
Forgot to mention. In my college I have one class a day for 2-3 hours.
So the next class I would be having would be a week later.
Obviously, life can be a little pain sometimes. We didn’t have a single journo class for the next 3 weeks. And if we didn’t attend the ad, we would lose attendance.
So imagine my state, sitting in a class, where I don’t understand a thing, the professor is redundant to explain what we will be doing the entire semester.
Being in ad you got to be creative and have basic skill in drawing. I can’t draw. And in that particular class, we have to draw and draw only.
A couple of other teachers spoke about their projects. I felt so out of place, I remember. And I knew I didn’t see myself doing the projects.
Finally, when the journo lectures started I started enjoying it. They explained the projects, they spoke about what we will be doing the entire semester. I felt good. Find that inner peace.
I didn’t see an option b/w what I wanted to take. I knew it. I was going to take journo and be proud of my decision.