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75. For a moment, Ted stood frozen, the world around him

For a moment, Ted stood frozen, the world around him a blur of muffled sounds and passing students. His smile faded, replaced by a whirlwind of disbelief and confusion. He replayed his essay in his mind, the intricately woven paragraphs, the arguments in his essay, he thought, were brilliant. How could it have gone so wrong?

Gathering his thoughts, Ted decided to face the situation head-on. "I have to see the professor," he told himself, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. His initial shame was replaced by determination. If he had failed, he needed to understand why.

Ted knocked on the door, ready to confront the reality of his mistake, but also ready to grow. The sting of disappointment turned into resolve.

This wasn’t just about a grade. It was about learning how to turn a failure into the foundation for success.

As he approached Professor Ellis’s office, his palms grew clammy, and his steps slowed. The door was slightly ajar. He knocked softly and heard the familiar voice of Professor Ellis, beckoning him in.


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