The Johns Hopkins Experience

Dear Reader,

I return after a long absence, one which has been an incredible journey with its twists, turns and tales. The last post I wrote was in India, and I'm writing this post in USA. So you might get a brief idea that some things have changed in my life. I'll go explain the flashaback in forthcoming posts, but for now, let me tell you about "The Johns Hopkins Experience".

I applied for, and got into, mostly by dumb luck, into one of the world's greatest universities. Dont ask me how, I ask myself that same question everytime i see the university campus or even think of it. The transition to Baltimore has been smooth, but things went downhill the moment I began my semester. The classes were scary, the work experience of my classmates made me want to get the next flight and return back to India, and the assignments...ugh....dont make me open THAT door.

Overall, the first one and a half month at the prestigious Johns Hopkins made me feel depressed. And it was probably my darkest hour. I was even forced to speak with a counsellor, and probably talking to her was one of the smartest moves I made after coming here. Maybe it was the much needed emotional support she offered, or maybe the unbelievably creative and amazing presentations my classmates made or I dont know what it was, when I decided that I was going to give up, they made me think about it again and helped me form a new resolve. Not to give up. And as the night is darkest before the dawn, my persistence paid off, and there was dawn. Things improved... not much, but there was improvement nonetheless. And this is hopefully, the first of the many steps I'm going to take now on. The journey's going to be long. But like Mr Frost says, I have miles to go before I sleep.

Cheers!