I Failed the Exam Twice… The Third Time, Something Changed
The first time I failed, I told myself it was nerves. The second time, I stopped making excuses. It wasn’t that I didn’t study. I did. Every night after work, highlighter in hand, coffee …
The first time I failed, I told myself it was nerves. The second time, I stopped making excuses. It wasn’t that I didn’t study. I did. Every night after work, highlighter in hand, coffee …
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