I entered university after enjoying top marks in the end, as high school came relatively easy.
However, I thought that I must have some learning disorder*, as it seemed that everyone else was absorbing the materials while it was a real struggle for me. There were never enough hours in the day and weekend to attend the lectures, study the lessons and then do the assignments.
During my darkest hour I called home to speak to my father, "Dad, I don’t think I can handle this." My father then said something, which cut through me like a knife, "There is no returning home. If you quit, then you are on your own." I hung up, thinking what a cold-blooded thing to say. Then, I decided to stick it out in anyway that I could. There seemed to be no other choices available.
Later, I noticed a "Study Skills" meeting which said that "There was help available." I attended it and soon discovered there were several others in a similar situation. Everyone there wanted to help each other get through this challenging first term. I soon found a study partner who helped me a lot.
Yes, it was still a very challenging first term, but I found the needed strength and support to get through it.
In front of difficulties, what we need is a push which encourages us to solve problems. I know in my heart that my father did the very best he could to help me "fly" by his push.