What
had promised Sara to be a challenging, virtue of which, an exciting course of
education after a book-soaked high school, had turned out a dampener. This, she
realized after sweat-shopping 2 odd years in it. The subjects of her interests
were defeated by the ones she disliked by 2:8. Meanwhile, her internships were equally upsetting. Beating the sun to rise and losing to it to set was the routine.
Sara, however, was the ‘I am proudly nerd-thank you’ classmate who was more passionate
about the front row seat of the class than for features her smart phone offered.
Studying came easy to her, thankfully. So with love or with hate, she was
determined to get through her final year successfully. After all, it was her
never-to-expire passport to a white collar job, money, perennial supply of
mouth-watering delicacies, GUCCI and Prada.
She wasn't passionate but giving up, after coming this close to the finish line was like boys outperforming girls in the public exams, or in short - unlikely to happen.
She wasn't passionate but giving up, after coming this close to the finish line was like boys outperforming girls in the public exams, or in short - unlikely to happen.
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