If there's one thing I've come to realize that I don't really enjoy so much, it is experiencing new things alone, especially if that thing has to be done in public or in front of a lot of people.
This was why I found it really difficult during my first year in school here. The only way I encouraged myself to live through it was because I knew that everyone there were meeting themselves for the first time (seeing how that was our first year in school), so knowing that kinda made it a little bit easier for me to cope.
But then I got through the first week, then the first month and before I knew it, I already made friends with two of the most brilliant people I knew back then. And probably because I don't talk much, those two people were the only friends that I had in school for my first two years there.
You see, I attended a polytechnic and over here, rather than studying for four years, you are given the opportunity to get a certificate after your first two years in school and then you could either decide to take a break from school, go get a job or just continue till you're done with the entire four years like every other normal university.
Well after my two years in school, my friends decided they both wanted to take a break for at least a year. They both had their reasons why they needed to take a year break while I didn't.
But you see, just because my two close and only friends wanted to take a break, I felt it was only right I did the same thing too and this was because I was scared of having to go back to school and be all alone over again.
And yes I knew that I wouldn't technically be alone, because I still would be going to class with my course mates, the same ones I've been going to class with since my first year, I just wouldn't have my two close friends with me and for some reason I felt they both were the only ones that mattered.
So I had gone to my dad and tried to pitch the idea of me working for a year to maybe save up some money that I could use for my remaining two years in school when I do get back. It was a good idea but obviously not for the best reasons or the reasons I told my dad.
Luckily for me, he had refused and insisted that I continued with my education, a decision I wasn't pleased with but had no option but to obey. At first I wasn't happy with the decision, but on my graduation day, when my two friends had come to help me sign out before quickly running into their exam hall to write their exams (they had exams the same day I graduated), I had thanked God and appreciated my dad for pressuring me to not take that one year break when I had initially asked for it.
That experience to me was the one time I actually appreciated being pressured into doing something I didn't want to do.
