I come from a different culture where stress and anxiety are just psychological crap used as an excuse to be lazy. In their minds, having housing, food, education, a job, family and friends is more than enough. They made me feel like a spoiled and ungrateful child. These thoughts clouded my head and for a moment I thought about giving up. I felt like maybe school was so engrained in my head that maybe it wasn't even what I wanted. Maybe that was what my parents wanted. For a moment, I doubted myself and what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. But I had come too far to give up now. One morning everything became clear. There are people who did not have the opportunities that were given to me and yet here I was complaining. Sometimes I would sit alone in my room, feeling guilty and somewhat embarrassed because I was selfish. While staring at the computer screen for hours, sometimes even upset, I start thinking about my sister and brother. I am the eldest of three children. I feel the pressure is greater because they admire me. As a firstborn, my expectations are higher and there is no room for error. Discipline is strongly imposed on you. I learned the rules and the consequences if I were to disobey. My parents were very strict with