一件意想不到的事——考试失误_600字

厄运降临到我的头上——语文第三单元的考试成绩竟然只有80.5分！全班排名倒数第五，这真出乎我的意料。作为好学生，我感到失落；作为班委，我感到愧疚；作为儿子，我感到抱歉……（接着原文）

time like a bowstring, like an unbroken arrow, turns away sharply; i walk slowly towards home, catching up with the sound of the wind blowing across my arms. i feel so tired, yet i am not tired; when it is too late to sleep, i cannot let others fall asleep. my parents are always expecting me to get up and leave; they are all expecting more.
when i finally start to rise, i find myself in a strange corner: i can't understand what happened to me today. after three hours of sleep, the house is cold, and no one comes to answer my door. i open the windows, feeling the cold air pressing against my face; i feel like i'm being watched by a shadowy figure at the door.
i turn off the lights, sitting on my couch, trying to catch my breath. i am so tired that i can't think clearly, but i must continue walking forward. for two hours I sit there, not moving, not thinking; i feel like nothing is happening, and the world is just a movie in my head.
then i start to get up, and i fall back into sleep. when i finally get ready to go to bed, i see that there's a tea set sitting on the table. it looks dirty, but i know why. all morning I was reading a story from the newspaper; i read past midnight, until my parents come home, pulling out a pen and saying: "it is time for you to finish your homework." they add, "this is going to be easy."
when i am done, i open the book and start studying. i look at the page where i had missed the last word; i feel like something is missing. i try to write it down, but my hand can't find it. i can't stop thinking about this single line: "this is going to be easy." i feel like this story has been told too many times.
today was different. instead of being asleep late night before bed, i had a cold night before work; i had a long drive back home, and then... a phone call in the middle of the road. my parents were on their way to pick me up from school, but they stopped for an unexpired subscription: "this is going to be easy."
when i finally get to the gym, i see myself standing there, not moving; i am tired, but i can't stop thinking about this one sentence: "the end is near." instead of looking at the clock on the wall, i watch as i push buttons in my mind: "i have to finish this paper now."
for three hours I sit here, unable to think or move; for five minutes I try to catch a glimpse of something else, but nothing moves. then i fall back into sleep, clutching at what was just burned out.

when i finally get ready to go to bed, i see my parents lying on the couch. they laugh at me: "good night," and then they pull out another pen from their pockets; they say, "you should finish your homework." as soon as I have finished, I open the book again. when i am done, I find myself thinking: "this is going to be easy."
this time, i don't stop thinking about it. instead of talking about it at night, i just sit here, staring at my papers. i think about how i always did so badly on tests; i thought, "it's because i didn't study." i thought, "it's because i didn't relax." but this time... the opposite.
and then i realized: this is different. not because of the world around me, but because of who I was. the same student, with a stronger heart, with a more capable mind. instead of looking at the clock and worrying about it running out, i thought about my parents. i felt like they were watching me while I finished. and then... "this is going to be easy."
this time, i didn't stop thinking about it. i didn't talk about it anymore; instead, I just let go of the idea that i was going to fail again. and then i saw them lie on the couch together again: "good night," and they say, "you should finish your homework."

after finishing, i open my book once more, thinking: "this is going to be easy." i look back at myself when i sit on the couch, thinking about how much better I would feel if all of this wasn't so hard. but instead... it was.
then I read a passage that was sitting in front of me: "a good student doesn't give up because he is going to fail; he gives up only when he knows he is not going to succeed." i can see how my parents felt, and how mine did too. i looked at them again, thinking about what they said: "good night," and then they pulled out another pen from their pockets; "you should finish your homework."
now, when i get back home, i look at the paper on the table in front of me. i can see the number 80.5 that had been written last time— but this time... it was different.
the world didn't care about what happened before; it only cared about how much I had done today. i felt like the same person who always came to my side, even when I wasn't. and then... "this is going to be easy."

from that day on, i learned to love myself more than ever. i stopped worrying about failing, because that didn't matter anymore. instead, i focused on how much I had accomplished today. and then, as the world turned by the clock, it seemed like the same story could repeat again.
but this time... it wasn't the same. no parents, no friends, no teachers. it was only me, with a new perspective: one where success mattered more than failure.

in the end, i saw that what happened today wasn't the difference between tomorrow and now. it wasn't who I had always been or who I ever could have become. what it was, wasn't worth measuring anymore. but for that day, when i went home to my parents, I felt safe, and safe because of them.

and now, each time i look back at this passage: "a good student doesn't give up because he is going to fail; he gives up only when he knows he is not going to succeed." it's the same message that keeps repeating in my head. even though the world changes, it never changes who I am—it never changes me.

and as time goes on, i learn that this story isn't over. it will continue to happen again— but this time... it wasn't the same.