Failure Is The Mother Of Success Essay

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“Failure is the mother of success” – I usually comfort my friends time to time, but I never expected that I would have to console myself the same way until I faced the dreadful failure for a Vietnamese student: to fail the Entrance Exam to get into the High School for the Gifted.
As a Vietnamese student, learning in a High School for the Gifted means you are in a “higher class” compared to students in unspecialized schools. Being in a High School for the Gifted means you have an 90% chance of getting into top universities; it means you have everyone’s respect, you made your parents proud, and you would have opportunities meet friends who could help you succeed in life. All in all, by any means and at any price, I must get into a High School …show more content…

My mind was full of questions and uncertainties - “What would this place turn me into - second-class student?” The thought deterred me.
Suddenly, I realized how much free time I had. Homework was done even before dinner, no extra classes were taken, no more struggling with advanced exercises. The triangle that used to trap me was now broken, freed me back to life. If “time is money,” I was a millionaire, but dazed and confused with all the free time I had. I bitterly mumbled to myself, “failure is the mother of success.” The mother was right in front of me, but where could I find her son? I stood up and tried to find a proper answer.
I got involved in my family conversations. I cared more about my family: my parents, my two younger sisters and my little brother. “Can you help me with my math homework?”, “Can you help me to make dinner?”, “Can you help me change the light bulb?”, “Can you play soccer with me?”, … I was rather clumsy in learning housework. I broke three bowls in the first two months and usually had to sweep or mob the floor two or three times for my mother to says “good enough.” But as time went by, I could feel joy and happiness filled up my vacant life through my siblings’ admiration and my parents’ warm

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