I chose to be here, it was a dream, a dream I had since I was a child, a dream instilled into every facet of my being.

As a child, they wore me first uniform, an indication for the rough yet inspirational path I was preparing for.

Every sandal, every ironing of my wrinkled shirts, every hanging of my uniform was an indication of a clear and crooked path set in front of me.

As I got older, realisation hit me and I began to take responsibility. So I would sit in class, take notes, and when I get home, do my assignment, follow my parents instructions and listen to their words of how important this was.

I am not the only kid prepared this way but mine was extra I believe, I was born to believe I was a model student.

Every B meant something else, that I wasn't okay, that I was failing, that my future was moving farther away from my grasp, so I would work harder.

For every invitation I declined, and I ran home as soon as I heard the school bell, to...