Daydream saves my life from getting drowned by the brutal reality. I've always dreamt nice things happening to me. Flashes of me getting a man whom I love and who cherishes me more than his mother, me writing by the lake for my next New York Times' best seller, me in a dark blue pair of converse strolling around the office in search of ingenious pointers to help free my client from law suits and of course me, paying for a Louis Vuitton handbag with my platinum card for my mom's birthday. But I've never imagined how life would be like if I were to graduate with a degree classification no firm would spare a glance at. Well, I would most probably be mourning for the rest of my life about that and continue to yearn for the impossibles.