When I decided to come to America, I was definitely very excited. It was going to be a new beginning, new people, new culture and a new country.
But I guess no one told me about the policy of being self-dependent or maybe independent in America.
Being born and brought up in a household full with servants, maids and drivers I did not know how to make my own food, do my laundry, make my bed or walk for miles on the road.
Not knowing all of that, I came to Boston expecting that everything will be ready for me, and I will just go to classes and be fine. But, second day of orientation they started talking about "Managing your Finances". I thought to myself, "who is supposed to do that for me here, maybe my family via Skype?"
After getting my first paycheck from my first job (ever) at the Office of Student Leadership and Activities, I didn't know how to spend it. I asked myself if I was supposed to save any of it or spend it all.
My first trip to the grocery store was around 2 hours long when I was trying to figure out the difference between different kinds of breads and butter.
I obviously burned the first meal I made for myself in my apartment. Oh yes! I lived in an apartment. I had no idea how to clean and organize my apartment. I didn't know how to organize my clothes in a tiny closet.
So many mistakes and a lot of questions on how to improve myself marked the beginning of my undergraduate career in America. But I always remembered what my mom said to me. She said, "Never, ever give up on anything in life. No matter how many times you fail, you will succeed one day".
Keeping this in mind, I started a new day as a new beginning, and learned as much as I could from the "Independent American Life". I learned to accept everything with a smile as I knew it was all for my benefit.