4 Years of Multimedia Art-ing

I am a multimedia arts graduate (DLS-CSB batch 2004) which deals a lot of designs both the traditional and computer assisted way. Rewind back in 1999, a mere 4th year highschool student looking for a college to enroll. For some reason that I can’t remembered I only applied with 2 colleges, one is DLSU Manila and DLSU College of St. Benilde.

When I was a kid, my main dream job is to be either a painter, the artistic one with galleries or an architect. Admittedly I didn’t even know whats an architect but I chose it since it sounds artistic and awesome. As I learned how to mingle with software in my highschool life, my new choice of course is computer science or they aptly called in CSB, Computer Applications. Fortunately I passed the exam at CSB and I was first placed in the General Studies Program which means I passed the test but not as a Computer Applications student. I can only apply for a regular course after the first term and I can choose any of the available courses.

During my first term of college life, I don’t exactly remembered the whole details but somehow I stumbled inside of the old multimedia classroom and I was in awe when I saw everything that I need to see and hear. After seeing all the great artworks, videos and graphic designs scattered all over the room I was convinced that this may be the right course for me. Near the end of the first term and I was asked to choose which course I am going to apply, I immediately choose the Multimedia Arts course over my original choice of Computer Applications.

Through thick and thin, empty beer cans and Pepsi Blue bottles later, with a Pentium 3 computer on the verge of breakdown, a little bit of college heartbreak here and there, overcoming 2 failed minor subjects, going places, overused old Handycam cameras, marathon gaming sessions, numerous sleep overs and creating/defending my thesis alone, I finally finished my course in span of exact 4 years, faster than I expected.

Done my exhibit part, does the exhibit proper and 2 months later, I wore the toga and receive my diploma which my father proudly displays in his office.

I asked myself now what? and I answered myself, welcome to the real world… and the real world… is a very cruel place. Damn you real world.