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A pawn in my own game
No news is good and no news is bad news, a moment where I had to make a big decision in my life whether to pursue another career path that I knew I was destined for or to complete my journalism program which I had enrolled for at Pearson Institute of Higher Education with the end in sight, so close but yet so far. I started questioning myself as whether I should study for the four supplementary examinations that I had, knowing that I won't study or even touch a single textbook for those modules. There I sat boxed in a box with all my thoughts as if I were in a wrestling match with my thoughts, the clock ticking away in the distance with every second that goes by it became clearer as to what should be done and what I must do.
Having had time to think about what I must do and what I can needed to be done, I finally built up the courage followed my heart and my instincts and ignored my mind completely, to take that leap of faith that I should have taken six years ago, all those years knowing very well which caree path I should pursue, I started slipping away, losing touch with reality and I was became distant with my family and friends. Lost in my own thoughts the more I slipped away, the more I lost touch with reality and became more distant with family and friends, as I was not happy with myself.
The following day, bright and early I jumped out of bed and put on clothes that laid out on bed, got in the car and raced like a jet all the way to Pearson Institute of Higher Education to start what was going to be a very long and tedious process just to deregister and start a fresh to what was meant to be and so the process began for me to pursue a career that I knew I was destined for. After running up and down between the two campuses, Upper campus and Lower campus to and from various departments to get signatures signed on one deregistration form, and as soon as I had deregistered from Pearson Institute of Higher Education I felt so relieved like a heavy burden had been lifted and a dark cloud that had been hanging over me drafted away into thin air. Not a single tear was shed, or an ounce of regret felt as l started walking away from Pearson Institute to pursue another career path never to return again.
Never to return again to Pearson Institute of Higher Education, a good institute of Higher Education, however Pearson Institute was just not for me, as Pearson Institute did not offer a programme in what I wanted to pursue a career in, it was time I broke the chains that were holding me back and set foot on the right path to to a place that I was destined to be at and where my heart was. A place I had always longed to study at from the very beginning, an institution that produced, mixed, mastered and polished some of the best talent and well-known personalities, I had been dreaming about studying at Boston Media House for the last six years, without a doubt or any second thoughts I researched to see what courses Boston Media House offered, to my surprise I saw a lot of courses that were offered by Boston Media House of which were in line with the career I pursuing.
The feeling of excitement just flushed over me, as I could not wait to start my new journey and career path, when I had finished researching the programmes and courses that Boston Media House offered, I was sure about what I wanted to study nothing and no one could stop me and finalised my academic registration. As January came to an end and February just on the doorstep, I was looking forward to the programme I had enrolled for and getting my career underway only to be told by the academic advisor that I could not commence with the Higher Certificate in Marketing: specialisation radio production as there were not enough students enrolled for the programme, it shattered me like the time I had lost my childhood best friend.
Being told that I could not commence with my academic year brought alot of anxiety, frustration, stress and of course uncertainty as I was unsure to what l was going to do. As all other students had commenced with their respective courses, I was left almost feeling hopeless as if I were put on the back burner and told to wait for something to come up. While waiting to hear back from the academic advisor as to what will happen with me regarding the situation that I had found myself in, there I sat boxed in a box once again wrestling with my thoughts, trying to figure out what my next will be, like a pawn on a chess board.
Like a pawn on a chess board waiting to be moved, I waited for a call back from the academic advisor. At last a call from the academic advisor, and there in his office I sat face to face in discussion to find a way forward out of the situation that I was in, till a way was found.
After so many discussions, an alternative short course in Radio production and TV presenting was offered, I had no choice but to accept the offer and get going. As February came to end, things got a little tense as I had returned for an appointment with psychiatrist after being clinically diagnosed with severe depression, and anxiety and and posttraumatic stress and was told that I will have to be admitted into a behavioural clinic towards the beginning of March. Bags packed and ready to go the clinic a place that was new to me as I did not know what to expect, I had no other choice but to seek professional help from professionals, during my three week stay at the clinic it was transformational experience kind of like rediscovering one's self, I learnt alot about myself as an individual and made a few friends, then the 10th of March, a day I had been waiting for since the beginning of the year, the start of my career, and since then I have never looked back.
© Imani Dlamini/(HRH👑 x 👑)
Having had time to think about what I must do and what I can needed to be done, I finally built up the courage followed my heart and my instincts and ignored my mind completely, to take that leap of faith that I should have taken six years ago, all those years knowing very well which caree path I should pursue, I started slipping away, losing touch with reality and I was became distant with my family and friends. Lost in my own thoughts the more I slipped away, the more I lost touch with reality and became more distant with family and friends, as I was not happy with myself.
The following day, bright and early I jumped out of bed and put on clothes that laid out on bed, got in the car and raced like a jet all the way to Pearson Institute of Higher Education to start what was going to be a very long and tedious process just to deregister and start a fresh to what was meant to be and so the process began for me to pursue a career that I knew I was destined for. After running up and down between the two campuses, Upper campus and Lower campus to and from various departments to get signatures signed on one deregistration form, and as soon as I had deregistered from Pearson Institute of Higher Education I felt so relieved like a heavy burden had been lifted and a dark cloud that had been hanging over me drafted away into thin air. Not a single tear was shed, or an ounce of regret felt as l started walking away from Pearson Institute to pursue another career path never to return again.
Never to return again to Pearson Institute of Higher Education, a good institute of Higher Education, however Pearson Institute was just not for me, as Pearson Institute did not offer a programme in what I wanted to pursue a career in, it was time I broke the chains that were holding me back and set foot on the right path to to a place that I was destined to be at and where my heart was. A place I had always longed to study at from the very beginning, an institution that produced, mixed, mastered and polished some of the best talent and well-known personalities, I had been dreaming about studying at Boston Media House for the last six years, without a doubt or any second thoughts I researched to see what courses Boston Media House offered, to my surprise I saw a lot of courses that were offered by Boston Media House of which were in line with the career I pursuing.
The feeling of excitement just flushed over me, as I could not wait to start my new journey and career path, when I had finished researching the programmes and courses that Boston Media House offered, I was sure about what I wanted to study nothing and no one could stop me and finalised my academic registration. As January came to an end and February just on the doorstep, I was looking forward to the programme I had enrolled for and getting my career underway only to be told by the academic advisor that I could not commence with the Higher Certificate in Marketing: specialisation radio production as there were not enough students enrolled for the programme, it shattered me like the time I had lost my childhood best friend.
Being told that I could not commence with my academic year brought alot of anxiety, frustration, stress and of course uncertainty as I was unsure to what l was going to do. As all other students had commenced with their respective courses, I was left almost feeling hopeless as if I were put on the back burner and told to wait for something to come up. While waiting to hear back from the academic advisor as to what will happen with me regarding the situation that I had found myself in, there I sat boxed in a box once again wrestling with my thoughts, trying to figure out what my next will be, like a pawn on a chess board.
Like a pawn on a chess board waiting to be moved, I waited for a call back from the academic advisor. At last a call from the academic advisor, and there in his office I sat face to face in discussion to find a way forward out of the situation that I was in, till a way was found.
After so many discussions, an alternative short course in Radio production and TV presenting was offered, I had no choice but to accept the offer and get going. As February came to end, things got a little tense as I had returned for an appointment with psychiatrist after being clinically diagnosed with severe depression, and anxiety and and posttraumatic stress and was told that I will have to be admitted into a behavioural clinic towards the beginning of March. Bags packed and ready to go the clinic a place that was new to me as I did not know what to expect, I had no other choice but to seek professional help from professionals, during my three week stay at the clinic it was transformational experience kind of like rediscovering one's self, I learnt alot about myself as an individual and made a few friends, then the 10th of March, a day I had been waiting for since the beginning of the year, the start of my career, and since then I have never looked back.
© Imani Dlamini/(HRH👑 x 👑)
