Almost missed it
I was super stressed out last week because I had a really important test in my major subject. I had been studying like crazy for it, making sure I knew all the material inside and out. On the day of the test, I woke up early, feeling confident and ready to pass it.
But then, as luck would have it, I got stuck in the worst traffic jam ever. I mean, I've seen some bad traffic before, but this was on a whole other level. I had hopped on a tricycle, thinking it would be a quick ride to campus, but man, I was wrong.
As the minutes ticked by and I saw the time slipping away, panic started to set in. I knew I was going to miss the test, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was frustrated, angry, and just plain disappointed in myself for not leaving earlier.
Once I finally made it to campus, I rushed to the department office to explain what happened. Thankfully, the head of the department was understanding. He listened to my explanation, nodded sympathetically, and assured me that everything would be okay.
He told me not to worry, that there would be a make-up test scheduled for students who missed the original one. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for his understanding and willingness to help me out of a tough spot.
Even though missing the test was a major setback, knowing that there would be another chance for me to prove myself helped ease some of the stress and anxiety I had been feeling. It was a tough lesson learned about the unpredictability of traffic, but I was determined to make the most of the second chance I had been given.
But then, as luck would have it, I got stuck in the worst traffic jam ever. I mean, I've seen some bad traffic before, but this was on a whole other level. I had hopped on a tricycle, thinking it would be a quick ride to campus, but man, I was wrong.
As the minutes ticked by and I saw the time slipping away, panic started to set in. I knew I was going to miss the test, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was frustrated, angry, and just plain disappointed in myself for not leaving earlier.
Once I finally made it to campus, I rushed to the department office to explain what happened. Thankfully, the head of the department was understanding. He listened to my explanation, nodded sympathetically, and assured me that everything would be okay.
He told me not to worry, that there would be a make-up test scheduled for students who missed the original one. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for his understanding and willingness to help me out of a tough spot.
Even though missing the test was a major setback, knowing that there would be another chance for me to prove myself helped ease some of the stress and anxiety I had been feeling. It was a tough lesson learned about the unpredictability of traffic, but I was determined to make the most of the second chance I had been given.