Luckily, my frequent part-time jobs in my previous life helped me meet these capable and kind-hearted partners.
This time, I approached them in advance, and together, we formed a small advertising office.
By the time the new semester started, I had made a fortune. I no longer needed to collect recyclables and had successfully transitioned into advertising design.
Earning money wasn't enough; I also needed to improve myself in other ways.
With enough money, I began focusing on my appearance.
Joel Stephens and Juliette Hoover thought I was the poorest and ugliest in the school. I would show them who the real fool was.
In truth, I was never ugly. I had nice features, but working part-time under the sun damaged my skin. Poverty also prevented me from dressing well, making me stand out as the ugliest among the vibrant college students.
In this life, I would play to my strengths and avoid my weaknesses.
During the summer, I enrolled in etiquette classes to cultivate my taste and even squeezed in one-on-one dance classes to learn some routines.
Soon, my taste and temperament improved significantly.