Scholarship / Ikea beds = hell (a time when you did something good alone) [3]

The prompt is tell us about a time when you did something alone that made you feel good about yourself.

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I had finished moving into my new room. All the boxes were unpacked and flattened, patiently waiting in a corner to be recycled. All my clothes were neatly hung according to color in my closet. My desk was set up, the curtains were hung, everything was perfect except for one thing; I had no bed. Weeks earlier, I had gone to IKEA, picked out a bed frame, and loaded the car up with seven oddly flat boxes containing my new bed. I sat for hours staring at the large boxes obstructing the right side of my room. I am talented at creating graphic design for the yearbook or organizing a food drive in my community, but I struggle at physically building things. I decided to leave the daunting task for a time when I felt especially motivated. After weeks of walking up stiff and weary from sleeping on hardwood floors, I decided to embark on the task of building my bed. I heaved out every piece of maple colored plywood and pulled out the directions. Anyone who has had the experience of building IKEA furniture knows that IKEA directions should not be called directions; there more similar to a picture book than descriptive instructions. A cartoon man with a condescending smirk pointed to unidentifiable pieces of wood and somehow I was supposed to be able to create a bed. I began following the cartoon sequence only to find after step 5 the bed frame resembled an oval rather than a rectangle and the headboard would not attach to the frame. Even though, most people might find this a simple task, I was struggling. I began to become more and more frustrated with this bed from hell. So I gave up, I unrolled my sleeping bag and spent another uncomfortable night on the floor. That night I had trouble sleeping not only due to back pain from hard flooring but also I was frustrated that this bed had defeated me. I honestly do not do very many things on my own, I believe in working in groups. In a group you are able to combine more ideas, perspectives, and skills. Even though working in a group yields great results I rarely get the opportunity to feel that the gratifying feeling of pure satisfaction that you feel when you finish something on your own. The next morning I was motivated, even though my mother offered to help I turned her down, I wanted to finally complete a goal by myself. I grabbed a screwdriver and continued to work on my building project. Even though it took me over seven hours to complete a task that was estimated to only take two hours I was proud. Even though this was not a significant challenge in my life I felt accomplished. I finished something I did not think I was going to be able to do.