Expectation: To whom much is given.

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From the moment I got my admission letter, everyone's expectations of me was very high.

I was the first person to gain admission into the university. I was glad, everyone was, yet deep down, I had this little fear. I understand that to whom much is given, much is expected.

So I knew I owe everyone explanation if I didn't do well cause everyone was all out to ensure I have no lack of anything bothering me. All they wanted from me was a good result to sustain their pride.

My grandpa before I left that day gave me this advice in a reverse "when you get to school, be a stubborn girl, insult lectures, don't attend lectures, be a trouble maker, fail your exam and after that, come back home, you'll still meet us here.
I smiled. I could understand him well.
He didn’t mean a word of what he said. That was his way of reminding me that the choice was mine, and the consequences too.

Those words stayed with me through the tough lectures and the moments I doubted myself. I pushed through, not just because they all believed in me, but because I needed to do well, seeing the eyes that gazed at me within and outside.

Expectation can be a burden, yes. But sometimes, it’s also the wind that helps us rise.

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