You are great

For the first few years, I was screwed up by fear of failure. I did not want to imagine that I would succeed in doing anything. I did not believe I was capable of anything. Being the youngest girl in a family of four, I was put under relentless pressure by my parents to study hard. They maintained that I had to make it in academics no matter what. they set an unusually high bar for me. they maintained that I had to perform well in Mathematics, a subject I was not interested in at all. This was due to the fact that both my parents were great mathematicians. My father was a great mathematician working with the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton while my mother worked as an auditor with a local firm. They, therefore, expected me to follow their steps. My mother was the ‘tiger’ kind of a mother, rarely entertained non-sense. I had to stick to the rules she had set. she discouraged any ventures that were unrelated to academics. She maintained that I had to study even when I was not in school.

This kind of pressure did not please me at all. All it did was to make me feel awful but it produced the desired results. I studied hard and scored well in Mathematics. This, according to them, was a great start to launching a great academic career. But according to me this was nothing but mental torture. It really affected my emotional life since as a teenager, I had so much in mind. I became desperate at the age of sixteen and dropped out of school. I did this to escape my parent’s expectations and the great pressure they had mounted on me. I wanted to look for a job where I could earn myself some little freedom. My parents were not at all happy about this, and I knew it but I could not help.

My parents launched a thorough search for me and finally found me leaving from a friend’s house where I was living. They took me home and after several hours of lecture, they decided to take me to college on the following week. They wanted me to study mathematics but I still had the pathetic attitude towards it. I was at a point of committing suicide but I promised myself not to quit so early. I was too young to die. I, therefore preferred partying instead of studying. This made me feel better as compared to spending my whole day reading stuff.

During my partying moments, happened bump into a lady who seemed very descent. She was holding a drink in one hand a phone on the other. She was perusing through something that seemed to make her lose her appetite to finish whatever drink she had. I approached her and we exchanged some few words. She introduced herself to me as Mrs. Fiona. She explained to me that she had come there in an attempt to relieve herself from stress. She had divorced a cheating husband some two days earlier. I empathized with her. She invited me to her house the following day where she explained to me that she was actually a Mathematics lecturer at the University of Chicago. When I told her that I was a Mathematics student, she was very impressed and promised to help me in anything I needed. This did not seem like a great idea to me since I was not interested in studying anymore.

For the first few weeks, I visited her regularly till I started discovering a genuine enthusiasm for mathematics. She was a true and committed to her work. she motivated me into doing my work competitively and whole heartedly. After four years, I graduated from college and joined the corporate world. having Mrs. Fiona as my mentor, she encouraged me to get serious with my job. This came with flights of fancy. This helped reveal my special skills in my job.

Recently, I got an award from my company for being the most outstanding worker, thank to Mrs. Fiona. I have gained so much knowledge in mathematical consultancy since I started working. This has come along due to my undying love for Mathematics, all credits to my mentor Mrs. Fiona.