Fear Of Failure: Student Analysis

A time that I experienced failure was when i failed my Algebra II class for first semester. My biggest error was that I didn’t retake my quizzes that i failed when i had the chance too. The first 3 months i didnt really tried, I would tell myself that I had a lot of time for the semester to end. However, i regretted it when i found out that i only had a few weeks for the semester to end. I stressed out the last weeks, I couldn’t go to sleep in the night. I would keep thinking of my grade and how i was going to fail the class. I knew that colleges were gonna see my grades for this year, my junior year. I really want to go to college, I want to make my parents proud. The last weeks, i did everything that i could. I did all the missing homework, and I tried to

Failure is a part of life. While many see failure as a negative thing, I have started to see it as a situation that can make you a better person. Failure drives me to never make that mistake again. I first realized this when I took my first AP class and AP exam and received a score of 2. This journey all started sophomore year when I took AP World History. I quickly learned that I needed to actually read and take notes to be able to succeed in the class. It took a few poor grades on essays and tests for me to understand this. Despite this new revelation, I still struggled in the class. When it came time to start reviewing and preparing for the exam, I put an immense amount of effort, but not as hard as I should’ve been. Exam day came and

I closed my eyes in disbelief. I refreshed the page. I thought Ms. Platt had attached another student’s rubric to my essay. I wanted the nightmare to end. Not only did I not receive an “A” or a “B,” but a “C-.” I earned a seventy percent. My eyes watered, and I began to feel nauseous. I felt as if I failed myself and my family. This grade was not supposed to be possible. In the words of Grendel, it was an accident. But unfortunately, it was not. At that moment, I had to accept, even if I did not want to, that I, for once, did not reach my high goals or had to surrender my unrealistic view of myself. I had erred, like all humans do, and learned that I was not perfect and that I could fail to reach my standards. At that moment, I realized that I wasn’t superhuman but human, and this was something challenging for me to cope with at the time. However, in discovering my ability to fail, my perception of myself had been revolutionized.

My grades have been better since then, the year after I passed all my classes. My mistake from sophomore year jolted my life greatly but I’ve learned from it. I believe the reason I did poorly was that I was overwhelmed, many argue that sophomore year is the hardest of all four years in high school, I’d say I can agree with that majority. Mistakes aren’t always all negative, if people didn’t make mistakes then they wouldn’t know what to do to better themselves; nobody is perfect and no one should be. We are taught about the mistakes made in history so that we can learn from them and ensure that we don’t repeat the same mistakes that have already been made. The thing I learned from my failure is to have faith in yourself and believe that you will fix your mistakes. And don’t allow any negative influences to discourage you. Since then I’ve made an effort to start pushing myself to accomplish my goals for myself to do well to make myself proud because another thing I learned is that it’s not healthy to obsess over achieving your goals to please someone else who never seems to be pleased no matter how hard you

My first failure discouraged me to the point where, I felt like I would never reach an advanced math level again. The lack of self-confidence that resulted from my sub-par math scores soon began to negatively affect some of my other classes. I quickly realized that the trend had to stop. I worked diligently to achieve what, at the time, seemed unattainable. My change in the outlook of my repeated failures helped me to finally succeed. Throughout the course of the last two years, I have grown more self-aware in my study habits. I push myself even harder when I think I have done the best I can.

In Sator Sanchez Elementary School I flunked 3rd grade and the event changed my life and how I see my education. The most vivid image was when I was in the gym crying after getting the news. First, I believed I learned that I was going to repeat the grade by reading the envelope they gave us, which had our last report cards in them. It didn’t hit me till I entered the gym, which also acted like a waiting area for the busses. On my way there I was thinking about what it would mean. That my childhood friend Melisa, my “cousin” Jerry and the few friends I had would proceed to the next grade while I get left behind, I ended up not seeing almost all of them ever again. While the prospect of not seeing the people I grew up with terrified me, the reason made my confidence took a great blow, I also thought that I was pretty stupid for flunking.

The unfortunate event began a completely new and terrifyingly dreadful life experience in which all my previous hard endeavors of securing the structurally sound habit of dedication, commitment, and studying I exercised extensively during my senior year, with the inner weapon of possessing powerful agency to absorb material with an extreme passion and letting my heart beat madly on long-distance runs whenever possible were indeed losing their color at a quickening pace. Suddenly I began to doubt my worth and the world’s lessons soon disappeared from my unawakened consciousness. The delicate networks of improvement and inner faith were becoming swept into a tide wayward, far out to sea where the light of my touch couldn’t embrace it.

I experienced failure just recently in the last semester, as my cumulative GPA at the time was not up to my current standards. I started the semester strong but fell off over time. It affected my stress level and how I looked at school at the time. It just didn’t make me feel adequate at the time and lessened my mood during then.

There were several times in which I felt like it would be easier to give up, but I knew I needed to get my diploma. The odds were against me . . . “you’re not going to graduate, you’re never going to do anything with your life,” my father would say, when we’d get into a disagreement. As much as I despised such words; eventually, I welcomed them with open arms. They sparked a motivation in me that I never knew I held before. I couldn’t wait to show him and everyone else who had ever doubted me, that I would

The series of failures compelled me to worked harder each year. I kept improving my grades, took harder courses and the results started to see as I finally achieved a 4.0 GPA after my last semester. Likewise, my ceiling hitting ego cooled down and I learned how to be humble. Body wise, I started to eat more nutritious foods and developed my passion for running. The failure from a lack of effort during freshman year lead to motivation as I would constantly remind myself about that failure whenever I felt like I had enough with school and all of the workload.

With vivid images of failure in my mind, I pushed myself harder than ever before with one goal in mind: to be the best that I could be. Driven not by a fear of failure, but of not being able to make the most out of my life, I was able to achieve both first rate grades and personal pride in my work. Without my resolution to succeed, I would never have stepped outside my comfort zone and gained both the knowledge and experience that accompanies.

When people fail at something once, they will do everything in their power from failing again. Failure is a strong motivator in school and in life. If a student fails a class, their grade point average, the student will have to repay and retake the class, they will

“Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm”, Winston Churchill once said. As a high school student I would only things that I had to and cross my fingers that I didn’t screw up. But in the long run, I realized it would pay off the keep my head up high and stay persistent.

Throughout my life, failure has been a constant reminder of how much I more I have to grow and learn. A time when I have experienced a significant failure was in my Calculus AP class. Before this class I would've thought that math was the easiest subject for me, hover, upon taking this course I've never been more wrong. The failure in this class progressed from a D to and F. I was devastated when I realized how inadequately I was performing, compared to previous successes. I remember studying all night for a test just to receive an F on it anyway. It was then that I realized that I was missing a fundamental step in the problem solving experience. Since I usually make really good grades, the thought of having an F on my progress report was eating

In retrospect, I would have never recovered hadn't I taken the first step. No matter how much I struggled, even with the support of my family and teachers, it was through my own actions that I improved. Instead of being content with complacency, I now constantly challenge myself to improve my weaknesses. It was because of this experience that I now see difficulties as opportunities for