The Importance Of Failure In Congress
When one thinks of failure, it is easy to just dramatize it and consider it utter defeat. To oneself, the world may seem void of any reason just because the failure appears so great that it is seemingly impossible to escape its effects. This was the feeling that I felt last summer when I decided to attend a congress for future scientists and technologists in Massachusetts at the expense of a few days of school. Furthermore, this was because of the fact that I had enrolled in Calculus and American History that summer in order to meet the prerequisites of the following year. Having said that, it was the untimely manner for which these events came about that brought upon my impending doom. With this in mind, in the beginning I was more excited about taking part in the opportunity of the congress that something like extra work didn’t matter much to me. Although my family would engulf themselves in the nearby city of Boston, I tried to make the most of the event that I partook
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My mother, wary of the completion of my homework, asked me to check twice to see if I hadn’t forgotten to complete an assignment before we left to go home, yet I shrugged off her recommendation since I was sure of its completion. While on the road, we stopped by a few places to eat, and I slept throughout most of the time. The passage of time seemed to make a fool of me as it didn’t take much time until midnight was around the corner. Without giving it much thought, I then decided to use my phone in order to log into my Moodle account and make sure of my plans for the following day. Expecting the weekly history test to show up on Thursday as it did in every other week, I was devastated to find a steadily decreasing timer on the right side of the test for 11:59 pm Wednesday. Suddenly, I started to panic! While my mother’s words replayed in my mind, I urged myself to press the option to start the
My mother, wary of the completion of my homework, asked me to check twice to see if I hadn’t forgotten to complete an assignment before we left to go home, yet I shrugged off her recommendation since I was sure of its completion. While on the road, we stopped by a few places to eat, and I slept throughout most of the time. The passage of time seemed to make a fool of me as it didn’t take much time until midnight was around the corner. Without giving it much thought, I then decided to use my phone in order to log into my Moodle account and make sure of my plans for the following day. Expecting the weekly history test to show up on Thursday as it did in every other week, I was devastated to find a steadily decreasing timer on the right side of the test for 11:59 pm Wednesday. Suddenly, I started to panic! While my mother’s words replayed in my mind, I urged myself to press the option to start the