Born with lots of dreams but the birth was premature,save to life by mothers milk. Yet the race of life was yet to be run by me. Love to eat sand yet round in size like a chubby bear. Than the struggles of my life begin with the first day in school. I was an introvert took time to mingle with others. I came first in my class but I don't want to change my because I fall for my class teacher. I was in 7th standard when I first left my home. My first day in hostel was full of tears in eyes and lack of sleep. I had several health issues due the food intake which was not upto the mark. Slowly I got adopted to that kind of atmosphere. I learned how to share my stuff with other, why family was important it came into my senses. Than this journey of adventure was endless. I learned English to a good level. Than the my parents moved me to other school which was panjab school education board, were things were simple for me but had problem with mother language. Slowly I got the hack of it. When I passed my +2 I scored 77% in Arts,my parents were proud of me. Now was the to put my foot into next level that was college. I filled several forms of various colleges but was given admission in the top most college that was MCM DAV COLLEGE FOR WOMEN CHANDIGARH SECTOR 36-A, this college was like a dream come true for me.The race of my life was not easy as I have to stay in hostel where I have to share my room with 3 other girls. Half of the semester I didn't figure out what to do as I was not able to change my subject from history to sociology. One of the girls from hostel helped me achieve good Mark's in history her name was Simran kaur from Chamkaur sahib. Very lively girl I ever met in my life. Soon life became smooth because of her support and help I gained self confidence in myself. I had subject combination of Elective English, History and Psychology. Among them I fear a lot about psychology because that subjects teacher was my favorite but I never remembered what was taught in the classroom until I converted them into punjabi.