How I became me (Part. 3)
Embarking on the journey from high school to college is a pivotal moment in anyone's life. For me, it marked the beginning of a significant change, one that came with its fair share of challenges. Little did I know that this transition would require not just a change in my major but also a test of my resilience and the unwavering support of my parents.
The transition to college meant facing another admission exam, one that would determine whether I could secure a scholarship in the major I aspired to pursue. Unfortunately, the outcome wasn't in my favor, and I didn't achieve the grade necessary to secure a scholarship spot in my desired field.
This was a turning point in my life, a moment when my parents stood firmly behind me, providing unwavering support and making sacrifices to ensure I could continue on the path I had set my mind on. I am forever grateful for their belief in me, realizing that it must have been an uphill battle for them as well. On the other hand college life was no walk in the park for me either.
Living in a 25-square-meter dorm room with four other students, learning to cook for myself, and navigating the myriad challenges that came my way were just a few of the adjustments I had to make. It was a stark contrast to the comforts I had taken for granted back home. The bustling city, the responsibility of handling every situation, and the realization that I was entirely on my own, were eye-opening experiences. The newfound freedom came with its own set of responsibilities that demanded payment in the currency of maturity and independence.
Reflecting on those years, I can attribute much of my growth to my kind nature and openness to others. These qualities allowed me to become a part of various friend circles, establish connections with diverse individuals, and participate in a wide range of events and activities. These were the years of vibrant, colorful experiences, filled with joy, fun, sadness and heartbreaking moments.
College wasn't just about lectures and exams; it was a “micro-life” itself. Those years taught me to appreciate the fleeting nature of moments, both joyful and challenging, and to cherish the connections I made along the way. I learned that people aren't always what they seem, and that true character shines through in acts of kindness and compassion. Above all, I discovered the profound impact of offering help whenever possible and expressing my love and gratitude to those who matter most. Those vibrant, colorful years, filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between, taught me to:
Don't take anything for granted.
Everything will pass eventually.
People are never what they seem.
Acts of kindness are the ones that matter most.
Help no matter what, if you have the opportunity.
Cherish, acknowledge and never miss the opportunities to say or to show your feelings towards the loved ones.
These lessons, etched into my heart during those transformative years, continue to shape the person I am today. College wasn't just an academic journey; it was a crash course in life, one that I'll forever be grateful for.
MB
