My Turning Point Of Life

My Turning Point of Life My father is a mathematics teacher and everyone presumed that I also have a bright mind like my father. But the truth was quite bitter. Even though I was brought up with all the facilities a child could get, still I was an average student. This was my parents’ deepest despondency. I was a student with good knowledge and memory, but my indolence always dragged me to average standard. It was in the beginning of 2010. I graduated to tenth grade, the senior year of the school. My emotions were driven by both anxiety and exultation. Since the final score in the tenth grade was a yardstick of our knowledge-gained and hard-work done throughout our schooling, all of us were concerned. However, the feeling of freedom after the tenth grade kept us elated. Those memories are quite vivid in my memory.

The idea of coaching class was to build analytical skills by not focusing only on the academic realm. Based on a student’s level of understanding, we were categorized into smaller sections for coaching. Students with the best grasp were selected in Group-E. We used to call the group, “Group of Excellence”. Students with lower understanding were selected in other sections, namely, D (Determined), C (Can do), B (Bashful) and A (Apathetic). After a month, the day of selection finally arrived. One of my friends said, “Bijay, you got selected in Group-E. Congrats dude!” I got really happy. It felt like all of my wishes blossomed into the fabric of reality. Other friends started asking me questions about my selection and my answer was “E”. Later, I found that the selection was not published yet and the news was just a prank. I was heart-broken by my friend’s treachery which made me look like a salt miner-undermining the truth among my