The idea didn’t come too sudden. I never knew then that I would end up inside a creative writing course, or that there was one either! Ridiculous, really. But whenever I think about the decision I made, I knew this one was a different path, unnoticed upon first glance, and I chose to tread upon it.
Choosing this subject took me a year to think whether I’d really shift from Communication Arts to this course, or not. Honestly, the first thing that struck my mind was the idea that there was no Mathematics inside its prospectus. That reason was the core of my decision. I felt I needed to escape from solving equations and the only way to do it was to risk myself in enrolling for this course. Finally, I was accepted.
It took a year and a few months for me to figure out what this course offered. I started to get to know it, slowly assuring myself that the decision was worthwhile. I was introduced to British literatures, Shakespearean plays, Classic Criticisms – few of the major subjects. I tried hard to condition my mind that I’ll become a writer soon, you know how wannabe writers think. We’re ambitious in our own private ways.
Then the idea that I really wanted to write started forming inside my mind. And there’s that perpetual love of stories, of letting my imagination wander through the beautiful weaving of words. Stories were themselves fascinating; I never feel bored reading and imagining them being played in my mind. That feeling solidified my first reason for shifting, and they are still, so far, the reasons I know why I chose Creative Writing.
Right now, I’m still getting to know the course more.
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