Since I first started participating in the Weekend Experiences community, this is by far the most personal weekend engagement I have had. When I first read the questions, I could see that sir @galenkp had a certain idea in mind. He may have wanted to read some motivational, first-person accounts to learn more about the members' sentiments on the particular question they had selected. I was truly interested in seeing how the community would answer because I think that the cornerstone to success is being yourself.
The Deep-Thought Weekend is the focus of this weekend's initiatives. You can select from five different sets of questions, and for each one, you must provide detailed personal experiences. I personally have selected the fourth item in the list, which states,
For students like me who wish to relax after the strains and mental degradation brought on by the previous two semesters, summer is the most eagerly awaited season. Our tanned skin is stimulated by summer's warmth, which increases perspiration on the skin and calls for the occasional wardrobe change. More frequently than that, our classroom is noisy, producing ear-splitting noises that cannot travel through walls. However, the excitement was about to come to an end when our professor entered the room wearing an undemonstrative expression. At the back of my mind, there was something wrong, and it must have been severed.
I was sitting at the middle end of the chairs, allowing me to have a 90-degree access view, and the tension in the atmosphere became heavy. Unbeknownst to me, I was quivering my feet too hard under the seat in front of me. He was signaling at the back to stop because the chair’s vibration was agitating him. We were silent for a couple of minutes, and each of us became even more nervous because our professor did not speak. She took out her laptop, looked with an intense stare from left to right, and the first sentence she spoke was, "three of you didn’t make it to pass the exam."
My forehead and chest were drenched with icy sweat. I was extremely anxious because I knew I hadn't properly studied for the test. When I learned that one of the last names who failed the exam began with the letter C, my anxiety level increased even higher. Our professor shouted out the names of each student who failed one at a time, but I was fortunate enough not to hear my name. "I made the decision to grant a second opportunity because I realize that this has been a difficult week for all of you and that some of you have failed. Review your notes tonight, and meet me in my office tomorrow," our professor remarked as she slowly folded her laptop.
My anxiety dissipated as our lecturer exited the room, and I let out a long, contented sigh. Huge murmurs shattered the eerily silent tempo. Because data structures are one of his weak interests, my friend invited me to visit them at their home so I could help him with his review. We reviewed 9 lessons with various substitutes from the entire semester without pausing to think twice before tapping his shoulder and saying, "I got you!" He couldn't review it to a single pour, so we had to chop it every hour, keeping us up until after 3 in the morning.
At 7:30 in the morning, we awoke. After eating our breakfasts together, I went to the bathroom to take a shower first. I went with him to the faculty room of our professor where the three of them would retake the test. We waited for the findings outside, and when our professor emerged carrying the results, we went inside. We were overjoyed to learn that they had all passed the test as I gently caressed his back and made a sign that everything would be alright. He can't believe it, but he actually came close to perfecting the examination.
I suddenly understood that the joy of friendship would not depend on the extent of your ability to provide assistance. However, the measurement of your readiness to go above and beyond to help without hesitation won't take place until you are overflowing with gratitude. As a result of our inability to accept our own existence, I think the majority of us are unable to offer assistance. It doesn’t matter how much or how little the impact of your actions is; rather, it matters how unpretentious and full-hearted you are when you help.
When another soul expressed gratitude to you as a result of your assistance, it made you feel good within. The memory of your kindness will be one that someone will treasure, and the impression you made will endure forever. It will mark, and leave a symbolic meaning, and when the time comes, you'll be the one who’ll be needing help. For sure, you don’t have to ask any of them to help you because they will be the ones to do so. Learning to depend upon others doesn’t mean you are a feeble creature, but a good sign that you acknowledge you can’t live alone in your lifetime.