From my degree in journalism in the last five years Today was my first and last day of class in the course
degree in publishing, multimedia communication and journalism , at the 'University of Genoa
.
Despite the great willingness of the teachers, the proximity of different sites at the station and at home, and the infinite interest on my part to write, this experience was very disappointing.
The reasons: the total lack of organization, first and foremost, then also the environment was not a great incentive, but especially the idea of wasting time doing absolutely marginal subjects, and only theoretical.
It 's been a bad blow for me to realize that this course did not fit completely in my interests. However
positive there is to say that, fortunately, I have not yet done so and paid the registration fees, so they are economically free. Other
luck: I did not have to give up anything to try a day of classes.
Ever since I was little, I always imagined
my life very structured, classically
: school, high school, college, marriage, children, etc..
But it did not absolutely so. I have not taken the
license in the last 2 years of high school, did not interest me, I did not even try. The attempt
I did in college, and it took me much longer than I imagined, because the basic driving scares me, because now I've got a license for almost 3 years now, and I never used except as a completed copy of identity card.
Even with the '
universities did not go as I had imagined.
In high school I was not worried that much of what was the path I should follow once a high school diploma, convinced that the inspiration, sooner or later I would come.
But no, just days after close of entries still did not know what to choose.
not get me wrong: I
I knew I liked and what not, what were my interests, my real abilities, not only had never really tried before to put to the test, to see how far I able to get there, I knew what I wanted to continue on the road ahead, even though I was alone, deprecated by all.
Surely, at least initially, I was not left free to choose and decide on its own, or if I would have been incurred did it anyway, and I did not at all confidence in myself to make this decision alone, nor the strength to carry it out, not just me, I need the support and approval of at least the people I was closest.
Hence I chose to take that road I would have support and approval from others: this was the way
degree in architecture, and grandfather would go away, to "
Milan, to change the environment, people , and instead I ended up sign up for
Genoa, a city that I did not like, too close to home, and with the usual horrible faces.
But I must admit, however, I was good, I managed to diversify from the crowd, to get myself noticed by some professors, for my work, my plans, my ideas.
E 'during this course some interesting things that happen that will change my life.
A professor William
Bilancioni , Professor of History of Contemporary
, teacher and very smart person, very nice, intelligent, and I estimated a lot since the first time, after a visit to an exhibition, suggested to us students, a book, "The Design of Everyday
" by Norman
; was a book about the ill constructed, and the ensuing problems that would have made viewers uncomfortable. We
future architects should have been used to keep in mind that without the aesthetic functionality is not needed.
But I began to think of anything else to the psychology of the objects (if you can call), and their users. Another professor
meanwhile, had organized a conference with some kind of psychologists, speaking of colors, shapes, and all those architectural elements from the psychological point of view.
And here, I started to wonder if archituttura was just what I wanted to do, if he was building houses what they want to invest my time, trying to deny me the answer that it was now increasingly clear and indelible: NO.
At the same time while I was enrolled in a fantastic
gym near home, '
Empire, where I spent a very long time.
was my outlet, the place where I could really be myself (or almost), I could relax and vent, in a short time I had met many people, I was a bit 'mascot. Here I met
Ivan, one of the instructors, as well as being a very nice guy, funny, cute, and that was fabulous massage, he was also the 'animator
during the summer ...
This work, can this lifestyle has piqued my curiosity: a new perspective, tied to everything about me had changed, both inside and outside.
I subscribed to all, the first level of selection
at some of the largest tour operator
.
The practices were really long, but incredile, I passed the first level for all the questions that I had done.
The second major step was in an interview
in place, in front of a staff selection, and a hundred other aspiring entertainers, however, for a person I had always been shy as I was an absurd trial, I was afraid of not succeeding.
But I did and also successfully passed this step. After a week of
stage on the site, a real
resort, here you get home the decisive point: I was an animator
!
Despite all those who had heard of my choice, had tried in all ways, to dissuade me, for remuneration, for the type of work, both for the future, I am happy to have made
this experience, because it gave me very much, has changed me inside, made me a stronger person, more sure of myself, and above all happier for having done something that I really wanted and I alone, despite everyone else and everything else.
This experience also gave me a way to review my life and my future with a new vision, one that had the base
a new person, or perhaps simply
a real person, what I
I was really , and that, for reasons of environment, people, influences, had to remain hidden behind an appearance is not real, just easier to avoid confrontations, frictions and differences, which I did not want or ; to address, nor bear.
I began to wonder who I really I
: a timid person
or
exhibitionist? I've always been timid because that was what others wanted from me? Why was this that had taught me to be? Or because it was my nature? And this time there had been an exhibitionist because it was what I had in reality? Why I can adapt to situations? Because I have different natures? As a reaction to what had always been, because I needed to let go, and why not knowing No one was easier? Or the situation itself?
I did not give me an answer , but I do not even interest me that much, I already have got enough to ask me this question.
Certainly one thing I could say I felt a much more sure of myself
, and therefore much more
strong, because I could be truly independent
, and then make my own decisions, even with all the against the world, would no longer be a problem, I was ready to decide the
my university career and life .
My choice was:
Communication Sciences to
Savona.
E 'was the best choice I've made in my entire life.
Great curriculum, great atmosphere, great teachers, good materials, could not have gone better.
These three years have given me a lot, I have left something that will last forever, and are not limited only to teach simple concepts, but allowed me to learn from
myself to live my life .
And now, waiting to put the final exams, and to discuss the thesis in just two days, due to recent unexpected about my choice of degree specialist, I was able to review all
my life, and reipostarla exactly would that it were, in fact, what we want
. Here
my decision: I will remain at home, I will study for the final exams, give the argument, and leave
; the idea for the U.S., but I keep myself available for any other opportunities ;.
I know it's the right time to leave, I know that if I do not now do it again, I know that if I start something else here, will too long before I can finally do what I really want, and, above all, what I feel is the best thing for me
at this time.
It took me a quarter of a century to be able to really be myself, and to have appropriate means to do it, but there are now, and nothing and nobody in the world stop me from continuing to do so! ! :-))
