It was a white Christmas morning, and my 7 year-old self rushed downstairs to see the giant presents awaiting me. I ripped up the biggest present with flashy wrapping paper. Behold! It was the castle Lego set I had wanted for months! Stocked with knights in shining armor, walls holding against the evil creatures, and of course, the hefty 1000 piece count. “1000 pieces? That doesn’t seem too hard. I’ll probably knock it out in like an hour.” Well, I was wrong… very wrong. I worked on it for 7 hours straight, disassembling walls and towers just to rebuild it again, jumbling my hand in the clutter of small pieces -- no organization whatsoever.
In my mind while building, I couldn’t figure out why I had so much trouble. A 100 piece set was easy enough for me: not very complex and the …show more content…
This time, I made sure preparations were different. Each block was organized by their size and color, and a foundation was set up to give me a starting point. From that point on, the hefty 1000 piece dwindled down to a 100 pieces. Block by block, and by 2 hours, the castle was standing tall once again, but only this time, it was complete in my eyes.
10 years later and that castle still sits on my shelf. Even though I don't have those medieval adventures anymore, it still serves as an advisor for my adventure through high school: The adventures through the continuous function to defeat the derivative and rescue the beautiful tangent equation while holding my ground against the stress-typhoon of finding a Homecoming date. Even with multiple failures, I did not give up, instead, I took apart the 1000 steps to compute slope using the difference quotient, the 1000 thoughts of social anxiety -- the 1000 pieces to build my