Every now and then I imagine how it would have been if I refused from applying for the studies. It would be as self-slaughter if honestly. No progress at all. A year spent in shoes of a waitress which mostly is not even perceved as a person - just a stuff member, hands with a plate. No more.
Of course I exaggerate. But the conclusion is pretty obvious - to be here, in uni, is the best choice I could have made.