A Micette Narrative

I have failed at life before. It was when i was about to fail the 8th grade. I was having trouble with the 8th grade so i just blew it off because it was to hard and i did not like to be homeschooled. I realized that if i failed the 8th grade, I would be in homeschooling again, be in the 8th grade again and fail at one of my longterm goal which is not to fail a grade. So i turned my grades from 50-59 to 70-80.

I have failed at something I failed the 7th grade. Everything happen for a reason and it was a major lesson to me. Goofing off not caring and trying to impress my peers was not important and now that I’m older I realized that. I just wish I had somebody to sit me down and tell me that at the time but it was too late it and had already been another year school year. I can honestly say I won’t go down that road again.

Failure is something I have to accept. I have failed a lot in the past, and I have allowed those failures to effect me in the present. As a young boy in grade school, I would always work hard to obtain good grades. After my first semester

Failure can be a very difficult thing to cope with. It can be something that makes you or breaks you. I have learned that failure is what defines a person; it shows your motivation to bounce back when things get rough. I have learned from my failure instead of dwelling on it and making myself weaker.

I failed AP English. I had missed the second quarter of the school year, almost completely, due to… technical difficulties. I got discharged from the hospital mid-February, and for the remainder of junior year, the majority of my waking thoughts revolved around passing 11th grade. With motivational speeches coming at me from my parents, friends, and teachers, I began to believe I had a chance of passing the year. I did my best, which apparently was not enough. My teacher had picked up on my tremendous amount of effort, and on the last day of school, bumped my grade up to a low D — just enough to pass. I was not exactly about to put my grade on display or anything, but I passed! Technically. This is not one of the underdog-who-succeeded stories. The real success for me was (look away, it’s cliché) realizing my best was enough. I sound disgusting.

Marie and I had just left her house and were walking to the tryouts. It was a really quick walk because she lives only 2 houses away from the studio. This was back in August 2017, a few days after dance camp ended for the summer. We hurried down the stairs to go inside and kept talking about how nervous and excited we were the whole way down. Once we got inside of Bleker’s, we started talking to the other girls. After just a few minutes we were all taken into the dance room and together we all learned a hip hop, jazz, and tap routine. We only had about 30 minutes to learn all of the routines so we were all feeling a little rushed. Before we knew it, the dance teachers put us into groups of 3-5 girls. These groups were the people we would perform our dance routines with. My group was Meghan S, Grace, and I.

Failure is a missed opportunity, poor test grade, or missing the game-winning goal. Depending on its scale, certain failures can cause one individual to cry and another to shake it off. In school, one individual's failure is another one's success. I experience failure like this but at a different scale because to me, failure is more than disappointing my parents or teachers. I feel like I am defined by that failure, and that it will never vanish. This particular failure defines me and will stay with me throughout my school years.

Failure can feel devastating when you are living through the experience. I felt this way during one of the greatest failures in my life, failing to qualify for State History Day in my junior year of high school. This was my third History Day competition and I had previously qualified for State. While I entered the event with confidence from previous competitions and a final product that I thought was close to perfect, experiencing failure this time taught me how to strive for the best that I can be, persevere through tough times, and that sometimes your best isn't always the best.

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My failure helped me understand not only what I did wrong, but also it helped me understand myself better. I realized that it was not truly my wish to be a member of the Honor Society, I was doing that to please my parents, my friends and my previous teachers. I learned to be myself, despite the situation and be humble, without studying even if you have the potential you will not achieve anything, success is ninety nine percent hardworking and one percent perseverance, it requires effort. After crying in front of hundred students I finally got the strength to be myself no matter what, I became emotionally stronger and overcame my shyness, or part of it. The embarrassment of my failure not only made me the smartest girl in my school, but also

The truth is everyone has gone through some kind of failure of obstacle in there life, I myself i have gone through that and achieved my goals by facing my failures

Once, there was a family of mice. They lived in the country. There was a girl named Stephanie, a boy named Luhan, another girl named Jocelyn, two twin boys named Rett and Brandon, and two parents named Ray and Kate.

No matter what through life everyone is going to face failure and everyone is going to have to bounce back in a positive way. The one time I faced failure was when my golf team did not qualify for the state golf tournament. Even though for the past four years our golf program has qualified for this prestigious tournament. Three years of which I was on the varsity team for. So heading into my Senior year my team and I were all excited to face the season as if we never stopped from where we left off from last year. Leading up to the season I was playing every day and I was traveling around Ohio playing in Northern Ohio Junior PGA tournaments. I was playing some of the best golf of my life and couldn't wait for the season to start. Sadly I suffered

There were two good friends go to a ranch after they get kicked out of a ranch in Weed .Their names are George and Lennie.

I thank God for my failures. Maybe not at the time but after some reflection. I never feel like a failure just because something I tried has failed-”Dolly Parton”. This reflection reflect my high school journey because I have failed a lot of classes but I never felt like a failure.