Some people see failure as if the world has come to an end, but I see failure as a motivation to learn and unlearn the things you or I think we know but didn't and the ones we equally know.
When people fail, they will be shouting why me! Oh God, why me? If not you, who will it be? When you fail and refuse to get up, then you are a failure, but when you fail and stand up, it means you are a goal-setter.
I remember years back in school, I was a bright student but very quiet.
Always on my own and couldn't freely associate with others.
Back then I have this lecturer who is always on my case, like he hates everything about me.
You would be wondering why; well, he asked me out, and I said no.
He threatened to fail me if I refused his advances toward me.
I had to confine in some of my coursemates back then, and I was told that he was a very wicked man.
But I believe that I will overcome him. Throughout that semester, I avoided him like the plague.
But the next semester didn't come with good news cause he was to hand one of our courses, both practical and theory. Oh God, I won't lie, that course I find it very difficult.
I decided to always pay attention in class so as not to fail the course, but he was the real devil. Just a minute late to his lecture, he chased me out; I couldn't answer any questions; I would be chased out; he wasn't doing it to any other person but me.
My failure was looking at me eyeball to eyeball. We wrote his test, a very simple test, I failed woefully, why because I was afraid of him, the moment I saw him, I was trying to comport myself so he wouldn't chase me out and I forgot everything I read and studied instantly, I was struggling to remember the piece that was coming to my mind but no way.
When the result came out, I failed the test, I cried that day; my friends couldn't console me. If I can fail his test like this, then what will become of his exam?
Worst of it was he kept me alone with nobody to even talk to, and he sat opposite, looking at me. If I move my head, he will shout at me to focus on my paper.
My friends try to console me not to cry and instead look for someone who can teach me and also someone who can stop him from his wickedness, who can stop him.
I went home that day and told my roommates, who are more like brothers to me. Yes, my roommates were guys. Story for another day. The next day, I went to school, and this man rubbished me in front of the whole class for failing.
I was deeply hurt, and I swear I won't fail his exam. Did I cry and remain there? No. I went home and told my roommates. They gave me different offers; one offered to teach me, and the other said he was going to confront the lecturer, which I begged him to leave.
I did my best, and I stopped being scared of him cause I noticed he was feeding on my fear, and I had that particular course A; my joy knew no bounds as I was leaping and shouting that day out of happiness.
My main joy was that he was never going to teach me again. Failure is your stepping stone that what I learned
Loh! Contest #200
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