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I am about to finish my formal education, and within two weeks there will be a period for sometime. I am a gujju. Two major questions I encountered during the whole academic journey in university are;
01. Why did you decide to jump into the Education field rather than business ?
02. Why is Mr. Modi the prime minister of the country.
Hello People, I am not going to answer these questions here. I want to share my real life journey as the First Generation of Learning in Higher Education. I studied in Gujarati Medium and I belong to a small village. The first time, someone who is attending higher education from my family. I am super excited and always feel proud of myself and thankful to my supporters such as my family members, my relatives and friends. It has a very long list to be thankful for.
Let's talk about the first day of class. I entered class and I saw that there were only girls inside the classroom since I am a shy fellow, I don't talk with girls. It was going to be hectic to survive in the classroom among many unknown girls and faculties. Gradually, I began to make them friends and nowadays many of my classmates are my good friends and well wishers. Academia is new to me and I am aware that I am in the ocean of academia.
I made many silly mistakes during the presentation. I wrote my assignment about what I feel and think about the topic rather than thinking critically. I found many good friends among them. There is one girl who calls herself "nocturnal by name". She told me that you have many friends though you are coming to the class and going back alone. What are the reasons behind it? She used to guide me, love me, care for me and fight with me.
Many times, we fought like tom and jerry or kids. I love to fight with her though somewhere I feel bad also if I hurt her. We are not lovers though we loved each other. We used to hang out everywhere together. She supported me while I felt emotionally low. She shouted at me while I was going in the wrong direction. She fought with me while I was not listening to her. She made me happy while I was sad. I miss her a lot though I can't talk to her. I don't dare to walk to her and ask for tea. Suddenly, writing space compels me to write about her and I wrote something about her and for her.
