Dreams of jobs, freedom, opportunities and adventure fill your mind 24/7 and there's nothing you can do about it. You're eager to get out there and show the world what you're made of. What you can do! Then that day comes. University is over, friends drift back to their hometowns and the job hunt begins. 

The first job arrives (hopefully not too long in the waiting) and you give it your all. This is life isn't it? I'm part of a team, I'm making something of myself and I have control of my destiny. Oh dear, the boss asks for overtime from you. Ok, I'm fresh, I'm eager I'll go for it. You volunteer and then find out that actually everyone has volunteered because it's expected. A new experience gained. 

Pay day!!! Your hard earned cash comes sweeping towards you in a large bag. Filled to the brim. Your thoughts of buying this and that flood your consciousness as you drool at the mouth to get your hands on the bag of gold. You look inside and to your surprise it's not filled to the brim. Hardly half-way full. But how can this be? My hard work, my overtime? A new experience gained.

The company is slowly rotting. The boss arrives in his new car. A BMW, very flashy! As he strolls past you with a warm smile, you realise the facade and barely keep yourself in check. Another day, another 8 or even 10 hours of hard work all to gain that half-full paybag. Is it half-full or half-empty? The philosopher inside you begins to worm his way up to your skin, but you push him back down saying "It's ok, the big bucks will be here soon. The boss will recognize my hard efforts and reward me thus."

Time slips by. A day, a week, a month and then a year. Your colleagues pay you lip service in friendship but underneath they hope to undermine you so as to push themselves forward. These feelings you're having, what are they? Depression? Despair? or disgust? You become robotic. Day after day a monotonous routine as you punch in and punch out, fill in forms and barely meet deadlines. You try hard to think back to your school days and the dreams you had. Was this what I dreamt about? You can see a hazy memory but cannot bring back those dreams. Too much has gone on.

You've had enough. This working life just isn't what you thought it would be. You meet old classmates and nostalgia fills you to the top. The fond memories of school life and how actually aside from the studying it really was fun. You long to go back and do it again. To embrace your childhood one last time. Those times spent playing basketball or table tennis. Of walking home with the handsome boy from your class. The secret desires for a soft kiss and a knight in shining white armour to whisk you away. A soft bell rings in the distance. What is it? It sounds so similar to the lesson bell it's almost as if you're back at school again. It slowly grows louder as you focus on it trying hard to hear it's musical sound. Louder and louder it gets until suddenly you recollect it's distressing sound all too well. Your eyes open and your arm snakes out to turn the alarm off. Time to get up, you've got a job to do...