Shrieks of ‘It’s done! I’m free!’ rent the air outside my door at 1 pm this afternoon. It was Gy back from school, having written her last exam for the academic year. The joy in the air was so thick I could have cut it with a butter knife.
Her cheeks were flushed with joy when I opened the door to greet her. Flinging herself into my arms, she exclaimed, ‘It’s my Independence Day.’ Rolling my eyes at the hyperbole, I said, ‘Really?’ …
Failure: the very word seems to conjure up negative images of red marks streaked across notebooks, angry red circles staring back at us from report cards and that look of disappointment seen on the faces of teachers and parents when you haven’t performed up to par.
Nobody likes to fail. It’s not the best feeling in the world, to know that your efforts didn’t pay off or that you just weren’t as good as the others who worked alongside you. Whether you’re a child in school facing an exam or a writer trying to get a manuscript accepted, the expectation is that you will taste success.