| Nelli | Дата: Четверг, 07.11.2013, 14:33 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| Talent and ability is nothing without hard work. I am poster child of this statement. From the very childhood I was pretty clever and talented kid. When I was ten months old I started to speak, when I was two years old I knew all the verse by Chukovski by heart. I knew too much for the infant of my age, because I had asked my mother about all the things I was interested in. “Mommy, why is the sky blue?” And my mother started to read information about it in a book of reference. “Mom why do people breathe out steam when it is cold?” And mommy explains.
Growing up I became lazier and lazier. In the first grade I didn’t want to do any homework, didn’t want to read books I didn’t even want to improve myself as I did before through my mother’s help. But in spite of this I was straight-A student. I had never learned poems, I had read them one or two times. And it was enough to remember. But in the fifth grade my marks began to go down. In the grade nine I was withdrawn failing. Then I understood, that I was wasting my talent my ability, made mother’s efforts go down the pan. Only that moment I made myself read, study, learn.
Now here I am. I could know much more than I know in fact, I could understand physics, but I can’t, I could calculate faster, but my present potential is my limit. It is very pity that I let go so many things I could do better, but que faire (what can a man do)?
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