My knees were shaking, my heart was racing, and my breathing was rapid. Why was I so nervous? I go to school for nine years, why should this one be any different? I looked over to my mom, who was standing by the train door, and gave her a nervous smile. She tried to comfort me by returning my smile. I stared at the window as the train passed by a structure where I saw a number of students lined up, getting ready to get inside that certain structure. How did I get here? I could only think of one reason. It all started when I was in 6th grade; the same day when my parents decided to let me take the entrance exams in some of the prestigious schools in my country. You see, what my parents wanted for me was one thing: A good future. When I first learned that my parents were planning on enrolling me in some prestigious schools (specifically science schools), I had this feeling of nervousness. First, it is because I thought of it as a heavy burden for my parents to put a huge thing on a 13- year old girl's shoulders. Secondly, one fact you should know about me is I’m not used to transferring schools. Ever since the time I studied, I never experienced transferring from one school to another. But I thought that this could be a new thing for me. You know, for a change. First stop, first school. It was my first time to experience entrance exams, so I totally had no idea how it was done. After four long hours, we were dismissed by our proctor. A sigh of relief came out of me as I immediately texted my mom because I desperately wanted to go home. After a week or so, the result of the entrance exam in that school was posted online. Too bad I wasn’t able to make it within the top 260. This was my first time to fail in an exam (not particularly entrance exams). Like what I said, time for a change. But this experience gave me the encouragement to study harder for my next exam. Since I already had the idea how entrance exams are done, I already kne