With only a few weeks left in my university sojourn I look back on the three years with great excitement. It is almost over! This thought is however interrupted by the fact that I’ll be moving from being a fulltime student to being “fulltime unemployed”. The excitement fades a little as I ask myself the question; what will I do then?
Of course I have been job hunting so I’m not totally lost but in the event that the job takes a while to pull through I’ll need something to with my time. Thankfully the Entrepreneurial Skills course has made me consider things I probably wouldn’t have a few months ago. I have a skill. A skill that can make me money!
Years ago as a high school student I learnt how to make personalized armbands. Back then it was very difficult to do and I only made for family and friends. Over the years however I have perfected that art and what once took me three hours to make can now be done in less than a half hour. In sixth form I was strapped for cash so I made a few samples and managed to convince the first formers at my school that all the “cool” sixth formers were wearing them so in no time I had too more orders than I ever imagined I would. People wanted their names or cute little phrases written on their armbands and friends got them in matching colours. I was rich (well not really but I had a tidy sum of money).
Sixth form ended and I moved on the UWI. I no longer had access to the market I had been serving so my business got shut down, just about forgotten until just two months ago. As a student of Entrepreneurial Skills I started thinking of ways I can make money on my own and my business came to mind again. Of course this time I would need to appeal to a whole new market. I would need research and a marketing strategy and… I would need a business plan. Yes that is what I would need.
A mission statement, goals and objectives, strengths and weaknesses… I know what my start up cost would be and it would only take a few months to break even. Yes I can do this. I’ve got a business of my own (well not yet but I will soon).
By the end March I was more than half way through my business plan for Sherjei’s Craft Services, my business that will provide customized and personalized armbands, pens, pencils and book markers. I’ve made samples and started writing proposals for hotels and gift shops. By the end of June I should be able to make an Elevator pitch for the managing director of Outameni so my products can be in the Outameni gift shop very soon and I’m working on getting in touch with someone with from Sandals to see about getting my products in their gift shops too.
My Skill… my hobby, about to become my business. This should be interesting.
Well as much as I often hated how demanding this Entrepreneurial skills course was I can’t say it did nothing for me.
While walking across UWI campus this morning I overheard a guy trying to get a girls attention as he shouted “Girl in the pink top, would you like me to be your colourful bottom?”
I couldn’t help thinking that that has to be the LAMEST pick up line I’ve ever heard in my entire life!!!! Can I be your colourful bottom? Really? That’s the best you could come up with? Sad!
I’ve always wondered why guys insist on using pick up line such as that one and even has the chutzpah to say them loud enough for other people to hear. It’s something I’ll probably never understand but I’m thinking that if a guy wants to talk to a girl maybe he should walk up to her and talk to her. I can’t speak for every girl out there but I do think that many girls certainly would prefer that approach.
pathetic poor boy. I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say his friends dared him to do it. He really didn’t expect the girl to answer *looks away*. (I need not say that she didn’t even look in his direction).
Sadly this guy wanting to be a random girl’s colourful bottom is not alone. There are many others who believe that random
stupid ingenious lines like that are the way to go. “How was heaven when you left it?” “Did it hurt? when you fell from heaven…” are but two of the corniest lines ever and I cannot see myself entertaining a conversation with someone who choses to start the conversation like that. The “pssssst…” and the “baby…” don’t wonk either. I do not answer to those calls because I’m not even sure what Psssst means and I’m certainly not the baby of some guy I’ve never met.
Note to guys: The pick up lines are unnecessary (especially when you’re shouting them across a distance). If you want to talk to a girl try walking up to her or asking her if the seat beside her is taken. It really isn’t such a difficult task.
I havent posted anything for a while, not because I didnt want to but because I either didnt have the time or I started the post and discarded it. I’ve been feeling like life is moving so fast and I’m just not catching up. My research documentary is due next Friday and I’m still not done filming. I try very hard not to freak out but with all the other assignments I have to do it gets more that a little overwhelming.
The past two weeks have been particularly hard. I don’t smile half as often as I use to and I cry a lot more. My hair is a mess and I look terrible. I’m not depressed but I’m not happy either. I’m blaming stress and the pressure of being in the last few weeks of university for my general melancholy mood. Is it true though? Has my life become such a burden because I’m scared of failing school or is there something else I need to get checked out?
Hmmm… I could make an appointment to see the psychiatrist at school or is it the psychologist? I’m not sure which… I think It’s the psychiatrist though, that would make more sense.
I doubt I will go. Its one thing to think I’m losing my mind but its a totally different arena to have someone certify that I am. I’ll try to work through my problems without having a professional asking me “how I feel about that” and other pressing questions that would only serve to further depressing me.
Maybe I need to pray some more. I do need some sort of help that those who try to be accommodating cannot provide. God hasnt turned his back on me. I just haven’t reached out enough.
I try but I can’t make it all by myself. What am I missing? What do I need to do? Have you been trying to talk to me, if you have would you mind repeating please. I’m not sure I’ve gotten it. Mommy always say I should always be thankful and that I should count my blessings. Sp in my struggles even as I cry out for your help I thank you for all that you are and all that you have done. Lord I don’t feel like I’m the girl I use to be. I want to be happy again. I need help! Please?!