A time where I persevered and was successful

When I was P5, there was a camp that we were all required to go to called "The P5 Camp". It took place in a rather remote area at the MOE Changi Coast Adventure Centre. My classmates and I camped in an empty dormitory where bugs and flies would relentlessly attack us from every angle, in addition to the occasional passing of aeroplanes which would wake us up as soon as we almost started to sleep. We would sleep there exhaustedly after completing various tiring activities which took place during the day. At last came the day which I dreaded most. The day of the 'High Elements Course'. The High Elements course consisted of a rock climbing activity and an abseiling activity. Though I had no problem with the abseiling activity, the rock climbing was a real challenge as I knew it would be tiring. However, the word 'tiring' was an understatement as the course drained the energy out of me second by second and soon i could not carry on without huffing and puffing vigorously. As I had run out of energy, the teachers and my classmates started to cheer wildly after realising i had stopped climbing. With the sweat covering my eyes, i tried my hardest to make out where the next stones where at and continued climbing. Putting my fatigue behind me, I finally reached the top with shuddering arms and legs. I was then let down by my classmates and walked away with a gratifying sense of self-accomplishment.

A time when I persevered and was successful

I remember I was Primary 3 when I almost failed my Chinese SA1. My parents then scolded me for scoring so badly for Chinese. After my parents scolded me, I decided to spend more time to study for Chinese. After spending so much time on Chinese, it was SA2. I entered the examination room and when I did the Chinese paper, I find it quite easy. So when I received my SA2 results, I was satisfied that I got 70+ marks for Chinese. So after this experience, I had learnt not to give up.

A time when I braved on and succeeded

There was a monster in my attic, the urge to find out more drew me like the moon draws tide.I crept up the attic every night and hid in the doorway, wanting to glimpse at his devious actions, but as soon as I step foot into the room, the darkness swirled and strangled me, the fear shot into my spine paralyzed my body,I would then fly back into my room. One day, I was sick of hiding and decided to summon up my courage. fueled by my hunger for knowledge, I grabbed my flashlight and stormed up into the attic, ready to face the monster. I jabbed the beam of light at the monster. I realized that it was my socks, I can't believe how silly I was, but I conquered the moster