My skill became cultivated when I took that science class a couple of years ago.
“Paulson, what’s wrong?”
“I made a mistake with my experiment. I was supposed to have a better control group for this project, but I put too much oil in the jar for it. I’m incredibly sorry, Mrs. Reynosa.” I apologized to her.
“At least you’re learning. Mistakes will happen, and you just have to make corrections.” My science teacher told me. “You can’t have successes without making a few errors first.”
“Really? But everything has to be perfect though…”
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