As I grew up, my father always wanted me to be a good student (that really didn't get into my tiny brain). When I went to college. I just believed in myself, my own power and struggling for my own pleasure and comfort.

In September, 2009, I came to Malaysia from India. I felt very lonely and weak. Almost everything was unfamiliar to me. I had to learn almost everything concerning daily living--shopping, transportation, cooking, etc.

As I boarded the flight that fateful day from India, I thought of how this would work out. I wondered how all of my high school friends were doing. They were still having fun, sipping the last drips of fun from summer’s cup. I longed for the times we spent together just this past summer, climbing mountains and going to old forts at night to drink. I sat there thinking about what was about to happen next.

One of the most memorable firsts that I’ve had happened on October 4, 2009. It was the first day of my new life, the life that I was going to spend buried in books, cramming to meet deadlines and running to class, late as ever.

I was already at Kuala Lumpur then, and I decided to just ride it out. I anxiously fixed myself up, thinking of what they’d say to students who are late on their first day in college. When my sleep broke, I got up and out as quickly as I could, almost jumping out of my room door and running to college. Then I checked the time on my cellular phone – I was already fifteen minutes late. I stared at it in horror.

I was so foolish then, not minding the time as I slowly made my way to college, never even looking at the time. I envied the other new students. They who made it on time, the students who made a good impression on their first day. I, on the other hand, had a not-so-pleasant ordeal.

Even if so, I’m glad I got to college alone. It was remarkable for me to go to college this far from home.  When I entered my college, I looked around with a mixed feeling of perplexity and joy. Though small campus but the building with many creativity made a deep impression on my mind. I was puzzled as I was not habituated to the ‘college-ways’ of things. The students in batches were moving up and down the corridors to their classes. The professors were coming smilingly and exchanging greetings with the students in a friendly manner.

I reached the classroom and took my seat in the last row. In front of me there was a big whiteboard on the wall. Near it there were descent chair and a table for the teachers. After a few minutes a teacher entered into the class. To my good luck the teacher is an interesting fellow. He passed a few funny remarks. He also made some interesting and harmless jokes. 

Finding friends was hard. I met students in my classes; however, after the classes were over they all had different schedules than me. As a result, I had no time to become friends with them. 

At that moment, I began my adventurous journey in this new school.