A Raw Chapter from My Master's Degree Life and My Fight for Self-Worth
After completing my undergraduate degree at the age of 20, I carried more than just a B grade — I carried mental scars.
I had gone through years of public judgment, inner struggles, and trauma from daily bullying, especially on buses and in classrooms.
Because of all that, I took a two-year break before continuing my education. I needed time to breathe. To heal. To understand what I really wanted.
People thought I dropped out. That I was done.
But they didn’t know — I was only just beginning.
🎓 The Master's Journey — A Life of Experience, Not Just Books
When I finally stepped into my postgraduate college, I was around 21.
That phase of life was different. I had faced the world, stood up for my dignity before, and word had spread. Many students already knew about me — about the guy who punched back on a bus when mocked, about the one who stood strong despite being judged.
Because of that, no one dared to disturb me openly. But life always has its ways of testing courage.
👊 The Classroom Incident — When Silence Broke Again
One day, during a lecture, I was sitting in the front benches. Behind me sat a guy who looked at me with a smirk — like he already had something planned.
He tapped me on my head.
I ignored it the first time.
He did it again. A direct slap on my head from behind.
That moment, I didn’t shout. I didn’t cry.
I just hit the bench loud with my hand.
The whole classroom fell silent.
The lecturer turned and asked, “What happened?”
But the boy didn’t open his mouth. He shrunk back.
He didn’t expect that reaction from me. Because I wasn’t that soft boy anymore.
💢 Another Day, Another Test
Another boy from the class said something insulting to me.
I was already carrying suppressed anger from many past wounds. That day, I couldn’t hold it in.
I shouted back — full force.
Used harsh words.
Took my bag and threw it at him in anger. The classroom turned into a war zone.
It was a mess. But it was raw. And it was real.
That evening, one of my close friends came and said:
“That boy who fought with you… he said sorry. He knew about your past. About what happened on the bus. About the police station. Someone had told him.”
That hit me hard.
He didn't say sorry because I shouted. He said sorry because he understood the story behind my anger.
😠 I Wasn't Liked by Staff — But I Wasn't Afraid to Speak Up
I wasn’t the favourite of any teacher.
Why?
Because I didn’t fake respect. Because I questioned the wrongs — even if it was college management. Because I didn’t bow down to status or authority when the truth was missing.
Some staff members avoided me. Some disliked me. But I didn’t care.
Because I spoke the truth — always.
Even if I came to class late, even if I got scolded, I stood there and took it. But I wouldn’t let anyone label me irresponsible without knowing my story.
Many students and even teachers called me “irresponsible,” “short-tempered,” “a misfit.”
But the truth is — I was just done being disrespected.
🎖️ A Grade on Paper, Real Life in the Heart
Despite all the ups and downs, I completed my master’s degree with an A grade.
But more than that — I graduated with something bigger:
Life experience that can’t be taught in books.
I had fought for my self-respect. I had faced police stations. I had shut down bullies. I had spoken against power.
And most importantly — I walked out of that college with my head held high.
💬 Final Words
They called me aggressive. I was just reacting to years of silent pain.
They called me irresponsible. I was just carrying the weight of being misunderstood for too long.
They called me trouble. I was just a boy who couldn’t take fake respect anymore.
If you’re someone who has been labeled wrongly — I want to say this:
You are more than what they see.
Let them think you’re angry. Let them think you’re loud. Let them whisper about your past.
Because someday, they’ll realize — you were just fighting for your right to exist with dignity.
And that? That’s real bravery.
📍 Published on ZaiyenDiary — A Voice for the Misunderstood.
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