World Essays (337 words) - Amazon.com, Ur, Eugne Christophe

Just the other day, perfection crossed the finish line before I could reach it. That is my thing; always chasing something that is somewhat near infallible, or something that is extremely out of my reach. I loathe failing. There is something about those moments of failure that just always catch up to me in ways that make me go crazy. It gets under my skin, and I feel as if I am going to recover from it. Failure is discouraging, and haunting to me. It is entirely too much. I got my history essay back a few weeks ago. I had turned in this piece of writing knowing that it was not by best work. The assignment was to write about a controversial issue in today?s society, and the class had to write about how we wanted the government to fix the issue. The topic I picked was gay rights. I knew the second I started the essay that it was a bad idea. I suddenly realized that all my views were strictly opinion based that could not be backed up with fact. As much as I searched, I could not find anything that could really make my arguments valid. I wrote the essay regardless, and turned it in feeling depressed. What I had expected was to get the essay back with at least a C plus (To me, that is still bad.), but what I did not expect was to get a thirty-seven out of seventy. Mortified, I quickly stuffed the assignment back into my binder and said nothing. It was awfully depressing, and I did not even want to look at that paper. I never thought I would fail that bad, and I could not believe I had let myself fail. I feel like I still put the effort in, so why did I get just above fifty percent credit. Some kid behind me only turned in a sheet of pros and cons about his argument and he got some credit for that.