The first semester saw me on the very first row, soaking up every word of what was taught. I knew nothing about not being on the top of every class I took before I had reached here. With all the changes around me, my will to be the best stayed un-shaken. The Semester ended and the results said something else to my despair. I had barely made it in every subject. My world was shaken and so was my confidence.
I prepared for TOEFL/GRE and did the best I could. But the results once again spoke of my inefficiency. That was the lowest point for me. I had no one to turn to for consolation. Everything and everyone seemed to mock my failure. I was lost and shattered in every way.