My university journey: What about changes?

Welcome to this new chapter of my life!

A little context: I’m 19. I graduated from high school two years ago with great grades but no clue what to study. I chose one because I like English, but... well, I realized I wasn't that excited about one class, even though I was the only one in my semester to get recognized for being THE BEST OF MY SEMESTER OVER THE ENTIRE DEGREE by getting a 10/10 on my final semester grade. Still, I felt indifferent. I did well because I like excelling at things, even when I’m not passionate about them. But this wasn’t just homework; it was my degree! Shouldn’t I feel differently? My sister always came home from college generally excited because she likes her degree. I didn’t.

So, after three semesters, I’m switching to a degree that I think actually fits me.

Let’s start with my week:

Monday, April 7th, 2025

A week ago, I’d have been starting my fourth semester of college. Instead, during course registration, I admitted I didn’t love that degree enough to finish it—at least for now. (I’m not a quitter, either.) When my mom asked, “What will you study instead?” I said: Food Engineering.

Tesla. 

That’s the academy I’m attending to prep for ESPOL. I woke up at 7 AM, made breakfast, and picked my first-day outfit: a blue tee and sky blue jeans (not skinny), my usual sneakers, plus my blue jean  tote bag. Since blue is my favorite color, I loved this outfit! 

The academy’s 15 minutes by car. For day one, my mom took me in a taxi. Classes start at 10:00. We arrive on time and I discover I'm first on the list (at this point in my life I'm used to it).

For these first three weeks, we’re covering:

• Numerical aptitude
• Abstract reasoning
• Verbal aptitude

The first two teachers introduced themselves, and I could tell they knew their subjects so well! I returned  back home by bus ( Route 85, again) . It seems it’s my go-to bus, haha.

A man got on the bus selling brownies, $1 each, and I couldn’t help buying one. I liked the seriousness and way he sold them, so... okay.

At home, my mom had prepared roasted chicken with salad. I love how she makes the chicken - it always turns out moist and juicy.

P.S. Honestly? It feels weird being around 20 people aged 17–18 (okay, a few are older). I’m a little sad and even embarrassed. I messed up two years ago, and this is the consequence. But I’ll push through. I want to enjoy my collegue years because I like what I study, graduate, and thrive as a professional.

I’ve had enough of that phase—those nights of crying, feeling sad, anxious, and desperate from September (my birthday month) through March while struggling with my degree crisis. But that's not interesting. This blog isn't sad.