My studies would come to an end, and my F-1 Visa would end with it. I had no job prospects here in the U.S., not with my visa. Not that I had any reason to stay… My former girlfriend gave me a reason, but she had left me. I figured hitting the gym each day would make me feel worthy, but as I look in the mirror, I feel as worthless as ever. It’s just a distraction. Just like all those endless nights of studying the market has been. Stuck in that dead-end night shift that nobody else in college wants, I finally found something exciting to pass my time. Trading was my way out.