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The little, or big, things I am grateful for


I don't usually react as expected when good or bad things happen to me. I tend to tell myself that it was meant to be, and this , sometimes, stops me from taking things at their exact value. For example, I didn't scream out loud when I got perfect scores in national exams in primary, ordinary level or advanced level. I didn't know what to do when I received my admission to MIT, so I gave thanks to the Lord and went back to sleep.

I grew up as a reserved child, who liked to live inside her head- and I still do. It has always been difficult for me to express how I felt sometimes. Maybe it was because I got grounded on multiple occasions for talking too much. It may have also been caused by my lack of communication skills, because I couldn't relate with what my classmates passed through.

I am very thankful for my academic excellence. Since a tender age, my parents told me that I was very intelligent, and this made me proud. When I started school, I got amazing grades. On a few occasions I did fail in classes, and it was very painful. One day, I dodged because I knew they would hand over reports, and I was not the first in class. I sometimes like to attribute my success to hard work, however it is not the entire truth. I know a big number of people who worked harder than me, put in more effort; so hard work was not the sole reason for my excellence in academia.

I acknowledge that I have weird interests. Each one alone might not be so peculiar, but when combined, they make a very funny combination. I love to give my interests the headline of making/improving. This is because, what ever I love doing involves creation or innovation. I love fashion, because one can create designs that defy cultural​ and societal norms. I adore science and engineering, for they can be used to make a myriad of amazing machines. I love arts and literature, writing actually, because I can create new worlds out of naught. I am grateful to have discovered these interests because they make my life exciting and worthwhile.

Despite my obvious lack of people's skills, I have made a number of good friends. This did not come to me easily though. I had many failed friendships to the point I considered myself an expert in failed relationship. Those I considered friends turned out to be " with benefit." However, I have grown to realize that I played a big role in destroying my friendships. I wanted constant presence and attention from them, but they had other friends and commitments. I have now learnt to let live and hold onto them a little bit loosely.

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