My Disapponiment

Anger replaced my disappointment after I overead an email to my mom, saying that getting your writing published DOES NOT mean you are a winner; I was inclined to get the judges and the directors for making things so unclear at the first place. I had been so desperate before, so hopeful. After hearing the unpleasant result, as I paced up and down, like an ember, I seemed to boil with anger, my face flushed with antagonism. As my rage began to overcome me, I failed to calm myself, shouting with a hostile expression in my eyes.

Finally, when I found the ability to calm myself down, taking deep breaths, I immediately stopped crying. Although I had not won, I knew that my writing was not unsuccessful and ineffective; it was just a matterof fact that my piece supposedly was not written in an appealing theme.

I learnt a valuable lesson that it is alright even if I did not win.

Next year, I will try my best. I will try to make my writing wink at the reader as they read my piece ...