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 a roof, food, education, a job, family and friends is more than enough. They made me feel like a spoiled, ungrateful child. These thoughts clouded my head and for a moment I thought about giving up. I felt like school was maybe so stuck in my head that maybe it wasn't even what I wanted. Maybe that's 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 are not given the opportunities I was given and yet here I am complaining. Sometimes I sit alone in my bedroom, feeling guilty and a little embarrassed because I'm acting selfish. As I stare at the computer screen for hours, sometimes even feeling upset, I begin to think about my sister and brother. I am the eldest of three children. I feel like the pressure is more because they look up to me. Being the firstborn my expectations are higher and there is no room for error. Discipline is strongly imposed on you. I learned about the rules and the consequences if I disobeyed. My parents were very strict with him