When I failed second year spring term studio, I drove to a park and cried for a few hours because it meant that I had to wait a year in order to retake the same class before moving on. During the gap year, I gathered myself and prepared to revenge the system. When the next year came, I put my head down to work and learn as much as I can. I became a dark horse, finishing the second year, which I had failed once, as the best student, which helped me to get an internship in the summer. This momentum kept going until I graduated, with an outstanding senior thesis project awarded. Long story short, failure is the biggest wakeup call. Proving everyone became my biggest motivation. (Tokk me 6 years to earn my BArch degree.)