Personal Essays

Macromistake      There have been many instances where I felt that I had failed or let myself down. It is a very sour feeling for me, as it is for anyone. I lose my self-esteem and my confidence, leading me to doubt my own ability and criticize myself for not being able to do better. I hate failing, with a passion. But over time, I have failed more and more, whether for better or for worse. But not all failures are created equal, and some lead to drastic repercussions. This can include jeopardizing my grade in a class.      Organic chemistry had gone off on the wrong foot. I had joined the class two weeks late, and I had found myself catching up on homework and lectures. Playing catch-up was already bad enough, but finding out that each lecture video was at least thirty minutes long killed me. I treated this class like I did the previous; I took notes in a separate notebook. This turned out to be a grave mistake. The slides were fill-in-the-blank and conta...

      $5 Meal Deal      Three men crammed into a sedan. Hot and hungry made for a dreadful combination. With one adult male and my cousin, who spread his legs, I sat there uncomfortably. Hugging the door and having little to no space left to maneuver. This went on for the better part of an hour and a half. The idea to stop to get some food was thrown up. My cousin and I eagerly jumped at the opportunity to escape the suffocating box on wheels. A breath of fresh air was the best thing I had felt in a long time. As we stepped out of the car, there it was on the wall, our lord and savior, the $5 Meal Deal. Small bag of the most delectable fries, five chicken nuggets, a drink, and a choice of a McDouble or McChicken. Affordable, and one hundred percent worth every single dollar. Like a candy to a baby, we were enamoured by the sight, drawn by the beauty of it all. We bolted into the McDonald's and wasted no time ordering two $5 meal deals.      T...