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Death • Dreams and How to Persevere
When Dreams Shatter
Five Ways to Turn Your Heart Around
It goes like this. I was a straight-A student. And then we moved to the United States. I was scrambling in a new context far from what I had known the 14 years prior. This once straight-A student barely made it out of high school. The History teacher pitied me. It was all I needed. I was thankful not to have to drudge through summer school and the failed glances of my friends and family.
My parents dreamed of their children all going to college. I was not an exception. I could not convince them to let me take some time off. I eventually got accepted into a university. Again, I was unprepared. Four years later, I received a letter from the university. They wanted me to leave. My GPA had dropped so low that they could not allow me to continue. I made an appointment with the Dean to rectify this, but most likely, it was to save face with my parents. Let’s face it. I was not crushing the dreams they had for me.
My father offered to accompany me to my appointment. As we sat in the waiting room, the secretary told us that the Dean was not available and instead I would meet with the Associate Dean. A few minutes later, we were escorted into an office. There were some quick introductions, I think. It was a matter of minutes…
