Mistakes are made to be forgiven Humans hate making mistakes but love obtaining a feat. I certainly was one of them. I have been told that the secret to success is to learn from a mistake because it is an agent that can empower me to work harder. However, it is important that people should not make mistakes with impunity. Painfully, I learned this secret three years ago when I made a despicable mistake that I could hardly forgive myself. Ironically, this miserable experience was also the turning point of my life. January 12, 2010 was a public examination day that many students in China had waited for six years. It was regarded as the “D-Day” to the students in China; the mounting pressure was even heavier than the piercing wind. For me, this was the definitive moment for me to shine and win a precious prize: my first scholarship reward and a pass to admit to one of the most reputable junior high schools in the Guangdong province. I was known as the best student in my grade; my parents and my teachers all confidently expected me to get it without a second of doubt.
The time slipped away silently yet quickly without much notice. Half way through the examination, I was baffled by one math question that required a simple formula. An unbearable fear started to tackle me; I envisioned the furious fire in my parents’ eyes and the helpless expression from my loving teachers. I was disgusted at myself for not knowing the answer. The thought of my underperformance bothered me. As a matter of fact, my fear and ambition blinded me. A devil emerged, and crippled my wavering conscience. Reluctantly but stealthily I scanned over my notes, which was an inexcusable act that I could never forgive myself.
Everything seemed to be on the right track after the exam. Life went on perfectly normal for me along with disappearance of the fear that I accumulated from the exam. However, good days never last long. After a few days, I received the scholarship as I wished for. I
The time slipped away silently yet quickly without much notice. Half way through the examination, I was baffled by one math question that required a simple formula. An unbearable fear started to tackle me; I envisioned the furious fire in my parents’ eyes and the helpless expression from my loving teachers. I was disgusted at myself for not knowing the answer. The thought of my underperformance bothered me. As a matter of fact, my fear and ambition blinded me. A devil emerged, and crippled my wavering conscience. Reluctantly but stealthily I scanned over my notes, which was an inexcusable act that I could never forgive myself.
Everything seemed to be on the right track after the exam. Life went on perfectly normal for me along with disappearance of the fear that I accumulated from the exam. However, good days never last long. After a few days, I received the scholarship as I wished for. I