I think my first failure as an adult was failing an exam I had prepared for; cliché, but painful. I had sweated my guts out for this, pulled consecutive all-nighters, done study groups with friends and even attended tutorials. I was a brimming pot of confidence writing the exams, and I even slipped a few answers to my friends (I wasn’t caught, don’t worry)
So, when the results were released a week later, I smiled at my friends as I walked to the board. I saw my name and saw a big fat “F” next to it. I looked around at my friends and they had varying amounts of pity on their faces. Needless to say, I didn’t get out of...
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