Ientereduniversityafterenjoyingtopmarksintheend,ashighschoolcamerelativelyeasy.

　　However,IthoughtthatImusthavesomelearningdisorder*,asitseemedthateveryoneelsewasabsorbingthematerialswhileitwasarealstruggleforme.Therewereneverenoughhoursinthedayandweekendtoattendthelectures,studythelessonsandthendotheassignments.

　　DuringmydarkesthourIcalledhometospeaktomyfather,"Dad,Idon’tthinkIcanhandlethis."Myfatherthensaidsomething,whichcutthroughmelikeaknife,"Thereisnoreturninghome.Ifyouquit,thenyouareonyourown."Ihungup,thinkingwhatacold-bloodedthingtosay.Then,IdecidedtostickitoutinanywaythatIcould.Thereseemedtobenootherchoicesavailable.

　　Later,Inoticeda"StudySkills"meetingwhichsaidthat"Therewashelpavailable."Iattendeditandsoondiscoveredtherewereseveralothersinasimilarsituation.Everyonetherewantedtohelpeachothergetthroughthischallengingfirstterm.Isoonfoundastudypartnerwhohelpedmealot.

　　Yes,itwasstillaverychallengingfirstterm,butIfoundtheneededstrengthandsupporttogetthroughit.

　　Infrontofdifficulties,whatweneedisapushwhichencouragesustosolveproblems.Iknowinmyheartthatmyfatherdidtheverybesthecouldtohelpme"fly"byhispush.