Learning Process

24th October 2015

I was dreading the approach of this day. The day my life started as an independent medical student in a country I've never visited before, in a state that I have no immediate family members and in a group where no one was close friend, a friend that I could rely on. None.

It was cold outside, I was hoping that it would be over, I was a week late in separating from my parents. My batch-mates did their bawling and was over it. Mine was just about to start. The morning my parents left me. In the middle of the road, I stood, alone. Waiting for the taxi to take the corner of the road so that I could give a loud cry of distress and act like nothing happened back in my room.

But, no. That didn't happen. Instead, I cried all the way to my room and hid under the blanket and cried even more. At that point, all I ever wanted to do was cry, just pour everything that was in my heart in the form of salt and water, tears. Well, and I felt like there was no point in me even crying. And then I cried even more knowing that it takes up to a day before I could talk to my parents. I called home, talked to my sisters. Cried even more, then.

At that time, I found solace in talking to myself and also the God idols I brought from home. I talked to Him, I told him all there is to say and I felt calm. I realized that He listens and he replies. So, that's how I gained faith back again. In another few days time, I was over it. I was learning at an unbelievably quick pace and I was doing everything on my own. BAM! Never thought I'll be as independent as I am now.

P.S I'm nearing the completion of 1st semester as I write this.