I was from a normal school, a girl who was known mostly because of her strikingly contrast report card. Always the 'A' s in subjects like english, history, geography, hindi and C and Ds in others. It was clear to me that Humanities was the right path for me but I didn't know how difficult the path to Humaities was going to be. In my city, a total of 3 schools offered humanities and I belonged to neither. You thought I still had three options right? Out of those, only one offered Psychology and other subjects suited for Humanities, the rest offered Maths in Humanities and that's what I had been avoiding in the first place. Yet, I thought I can do this, I signed up for all. The one with psychology was the most prestigious of all and naturally I had been aiming for it. Little did I forsee all the fingers that were going to be pointed at me for being the first person in my house to take up Arts, for being the first person in our batch to take up Arts and for being the only person on my side. The next few months was hell, mentally, I broke up, faltered, tried not to care and then it came down one day after my uncle told me that Arts has no future and money on the day of my Physics board exams. I broke down, messed up my paper, got a panic attack for the first time in my life and cried like a baby in front of my father. He assured me and supported me, the only sun in my dark life. After all this, I got into all the schools I signed up for and chose the one with Psychology and here I am , on my way to select it as undergrad major in college as well.