Sitting in a library and spending quality time with his laptop, Ben was quite content alone, especially after a busy day interacting with both his noisy classmates and his condescending professors. He missed his days of high school where he had no problem making friends, and family support was readily available, though often times it was never sufficient. Attending Mopilg University, Ben is a mere first-year student with over a dozen acquaintances, yet he has not found a good friend. As an introvert, Ben has always had a tough time socially.

He, of course, had no problem with his personality, though he often felt depressed and drained from his college Spanish class where he was expected to participate in speaking Spanish. If he could ever get through his first semester, he doubt he would even be able to forget it. All of his classmates staring at him in social judgment, Ben would sit down in the same seat, next to a rather beautiful girl which he used to admire until he looked up her Facebook page and found out she was a party animal. If all of his classmates shared the same trait, Ben would metaphorically be living in a zoo. For his classmates, it was always the same routine. On Mondays, they would talk about the parties and how drunk they were. On Wednesdays, they would complain of schoolwork, and on Fridays, they would talk about the upcoming party. Ben was quite distraught from hearing the same type of conversation, from August to November. Perhaps the worst part, the professor who was quite extroverted and outspoken, which happened to also drain Ben, often required the class to do oral activities with a partner. Since Ben happened to be different from his classmates, he never found anyone that would initially go to him. He usually ended up working with the professor when the number of the class was odd or he would have one of the social persons who grudgingly had no choice but to work with him. To think that he had to take 3 more semesters of Spanish, it was inundating for poor Ben.

As previously stated, Ben took great pleasure in his leisure time. He loved his one hour breaks in between his English and Spanish class where he would either spend time playing games, working on a paper, or chatting with his few but good friends. These pick-me-up hours were exactly what Ben needed to recharge his social energy for the rest of the day. In fact, he liked them and needed them so much that he decided to virtually implement them into his class schedule. Ben may be a man of few words, but he was certainly a keen one. When thrust into a society whose favorite activity is tied between drinking and partying, Ben would know how to adapt. Or rather, his intuition, his instincts, would keep him from losing his mind. Based on the many depressing, rough, and threatening situations Ben has been in, he instinctively knew that he was meant to survive. He was lucky. No, not the kind of luck that enables the average Joe to win the lottery, but the kind that gives the gazelles another day to live among the lions. With that luck and that intuition, Ben had all he needed to fulfill his purpose in life, and that he did not know. But in this case, an unknown drives him to discover and learn. And so, any person could make the general observation that Ben is on the road to success. Perhaps not the American dream, but with a guy like that, success is bound to happen one way or another…