Thankfully, my Malayali lineage came to the rescue. A chance encounter with a fellow Malayali batchmate at the bank outside gave me the little ray of hope that I was searching for desperately. I found someone I could reach out to for the barrage of silly questions that I had. I tried to limit my questions but the XL culture was taking its toll on me. And these were just the first 3 days. All this time I was questioning my decision to come here in the first place. Whether I should have just said no when I got a call from the admission office informing me that my waitlist had cleared. Thankfully I hadn’t given up. Yet! All I could hope for was that things would get simpler! Maybe!
Let’s just call this 1-day period of my life as naivety. On the 4th day, I got to know that we were going to have quizzes. Here I was, yet to get my books from the library with a pile of assignments, presentations and quizzes lined up for me! Among the insurmountable pile of workload, I somehow found more people I could relate to. I found people who didn’t think it was a hassle helping me in this mad world. I found people who were as clueless as I was and yet were there with me through all the rat races.
I found friends. I think!
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