I remember staring at the blank canvas of my future, a knot tightening in my stomach. Art, for me, wasn't just a hobby; it was the air I breathed, the…
I remember a time, not so long ago, when the dream of studying social sciences felt like gazing at a distant star – beautiful, inspiring, but utterly out of reach.…
I remember sitting there, a freshly accepted university student, staring at the tuition bill that felt less like a piece of paper and more like a mountain range I was…
I remember sitting at my small desk, the kind that wobbled a bit if you leaned on it too hard, staring at a calculus problem set. The numbers, usually a…
I still remember the knot in my stomach. It was a feeling that had become an unwelcome companion throughout my senior year of high school, and it lingered even as…
I remember it like yesterday, staring at my worn-out laptop screen, a half-written line of code blinking back at me. My dream? To build things, to create solutions, to be…
You know, there was a time, not so long ago, when the idea of pursuing a career in science felt like staring at a mountain I couldn't possibly climb. Not…
I remember standing at a crossroads, fresh out of my undergraduate studies, brimming with ideas, yet paralyzed by a single, colossal question: how on earth would I pay for them?…
I remember sitting at my desk, the glow of my laptop screen illuminating a future I desperately craved but couldn’t quite grasp. The idea of pursuing a PhD abroad wasn’t…