Well ...
It all began on a night
It all began on a night
It all began on a night
It all began on a night
As I lay on my bed
bathed in the soft glow of the moon.
The door creaked open,
and a slice of yellow light cut through the darkness.
"You scored 503,"
my mother announced,
a number that fell short of my expectations
like a whisper lost in the wind.
Her next question didn't need thinking;
it was almost instinctual.
I murmured, setting the first domino of my future in motion.
The decision to retake the gaokao
granted me a year borrowed from time
a year to restart, reimagine, and rediscover.
Amidst the chaos of pen and paper storm
A spark ignited within me
My second attempt scored a 615
A testament to my perseverance
Propelling my teacher
to the headmaster's office
and me into the gates of
Beijing Post and Telecommunications University.
As a budding software engineer
every step was calculated, every second counted.
I sent out my first resume in my sophomore year
eager to carve my path forward.
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