an aspiring engineering student
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As I walked out of my school gates for the last time, my heart was a mix of excitement and anxiety. I had just passed my 12th-grade exams with 89%, and now it was time to pursue my dream of becoming an engineer. Little did I know that the journey ahead would be filled with more hurdles than I had ever imagined.
The first challenge was the entrance exams. I had spent countless hours preparing for JEE Mains and MH CET, two of the most crucial exams for engineering aspirants in India. I managed to secure 75% in JEE Mains and 50% in MH CET. While my scores were decent, they were not extraordinary. This added to my parents’ worries about whether I could get admission into a good college.
The college admission process was a labyrinth of forms, documents, and deadlines. Each college had its own set of requirements. Some asked for my birth certificate, while others wanted my Aadhaar card, mark sheets, and countless other proofs. Running around to get all these documents was exhausting. The worst part was standing in long queues at government offices, hoping to get things done on time.
My parents, especially my father, took it upon themselves to visit some well-known colleges in Mumbai and nearby cities. They wanted to ensure that I had the best possible chance of securing admission. Each visit brought a mix of hope and uncertainty. Some colleges were impressive, but their fees were exorbitant. Others were more affordable but lacked the facilities and reputation we were hoping for.
The cost of engineering education in India is exorbitant. My parents had been saving for years, but it still wasn’t enough. We had to take a loan, adding to the financial burden. The thought of my parents working extra hours to pay for my education weighed heavily on my mind. I couldn’t help but feel guilty and determined to make their sacrifices worthwhile.
As we awaited the start of the admission process and the CAP rounds, the tension in our household grew. Each day felt like an eternity as we checked websites, called up colleges, and discussed our options. The CAP rounds would determine my fate, and the uncertainty was nerve-wracking.
My parents and I had several discussions weighing the pros and cons of different scenarios. Staying in Mumbai meant being close to my family, saving money, and having a support system. On the other hand, moving to a hostel in another city meant more independence, new experiences, and potentially better opportunities. The decision would ultimately depend on where I got admitted.
The counselling process was looming, and the thought of choosing colleges and courses, keeping in mind my rank and the availability of seats, was overwhelming. Each step required careful consideration and strategic planning. One wrong move could cost me a seat in a good college.
Finally, the day arrived when the CAP rounds were about to begin. My parents and I sat together, our fingers crossed, hoping for the best. The feeling of not knowing where I would end up was both thrilling and terrifying. The process was confusing and stressful, with many variables to consider.
Despite the challenges, I remained focused on my goal. The thought of stepping into the world of engineering, learning new skills, and working on innovative projects kept me motivated. My parents’ unwavering support and encouragement were my pillars of strength.
As we navigated the admission process, I realized how much this journey had taught me. The complex admission process and the financial strain had tested me, but they had also prepared me for the real world. I know that the road ahead in engineering will be challenging, but I am ready to face it head-on.
With a determined heart and a hopeful mind, I am ready to embrace the next chapter of my life – the journey of becoming an engineer. I am hopeful that soon I will receive the news that will shape my future, and no matter where I end up, I know I have the support of my family to see me through.
