Where am I going? Seriously, where is my next class…because I cannot remember what room I’m supposed to be in. Aside from the geographical setback of being new to a school, there is not much else to worry about. For some reason I felt very acquainted with college. This made me realize that there are some very important actions, turned into habits, which I am just used to at this point.

In terms of education, I was raised to keep working until I got the best. Imagine a little girl digging through a worn backpack to show her mom the A she got in school. The mother sees this grade and replies, “But where is the A+?” That is how my household works to this day. Make a goal and work for it. Now my mother doesn’t have to care about my A because I do.

Another tremendously important ideal of mine is to not shy away from new experiences. Even if they are tantalizing, tortuous, and sometimes terrifying. Very much in tune with my cynical attitude is my belief that the older you get, the less people care about you. You grow up, assume more responsibility – and that makes you an adult. But it also means those who were responsible for you before, no longer have that role in your life. Well, the upside to this is that I’ve assumed this role for myself a while ago.

The downside is that the responsibilities never decrease. There is definitely a high standard for work here and an even higher emphasis on time management. At first I thought I had a minor culture shock from the school environment, but now I see that it is just something new that I have to adjust to, and from there I just keep on going.