Physically, I felt just horrible, like I had a pit in my stomach - like there was just emptiness. I was just angry and disappointed with myself. It did kind of shake the ground beneath my feet. I used to be very, very into the soccer scene. From day one, my dad had sort of invested so much time and energy into this that it obviously put a whole lot of pressure to perform. It got really damaging to a point that I - I just I - I felt worthless. I spent ages and I spoke to my mum a lot because she was very understanding and supportive. She always thought I should play soccer for fun. Eventually I worked up the courage to speak to Dad. I found it really, really helpful to just open up, speak to my Dad. And I said like Dad, i don't think I can be that good at soccer. And he said I've seen you've done that, I've seen that you've worked really hard and I'm just happy to know that you're being honest with me. I think it was like the twenty-second of November and I remember opening the mail and then seeing my ATAR. Didn't quite make it there. I couldn't see anything besides disappointment in myself. I decided that that wasn't something i really wanted to do. I was really nervous when I told them cause I wasn't sure of their reaction. To my great surprise, my parents were actually very supportive. They were just like 'yeah do what you want to do' and I was just like 'what is this', 'who have you become'? I never expected them to say 'do what you want and just go for it'. I never thought that was possible. I actually ended up failing three subjects in a semester. I was so overwhelmed, so anxious. It was physically impossible for me to go to my final exams. My Dad always says this saying. He always says 'i don't care, you can be whatever you want as long as that's your choice and your happy.' But somehow when I went into my teritary studies, I forgot. We discussed about what I was more passionate about and it kind of led me onto this other track. I think me having that change was just the best thing I could have done.