Growing impatient, the day finally came, the test results were online. I logged on to my student portal anxious, hesitant, and excited all at once. When I clicked the button that read View Test Results, I saw that I had not passed my 10th grade reading FCAT. I immediately burst into tears. Not only was I disappointed in myself, but this would be my very first time failing the FCAT. The year I needed to pass it so that I would not have to take it again, was the year I failed. I had went into a depressed mode ever since I found out I
There have been many times where I recall being in a situation where I find myself worried about what will happen next. Being in failure isn't always the best feeling, but it's a part of life even though we wish it wasn't. It was the summer of sophomore year in high school and it was time to take re- test the STAAR exam I had failed twice already and this was going to be the third time.
I became very impatient knowing that I would be sitting for eight hours a day for two weeks. It has been awhile since I had to sit that long, but instead of going with my first instinct to give up due to the lack of not having patience. Somehow after a few days I became more patient with myself and believed in me that I can accomplish what I came to study for. After two long weeks of lectures, and final exams I received a certificate of completion from class. Now that I overcame the class room it was time for my state exam. I first was nervous but at the same time confident because I knew if I tooke my time and have the patience the exam would not be so bad and it wasn’t, because I patiently listen to every detail my instructor gave the class.
It was the day when there was this big test and I didn’t study at all, it was for science and I had a feeling that I was going to get a bad grade. As I was looking at each of the questions I got more and more anxious because I wasn’t a fully sure if any of the questions I was answering were correct. That’s when I lost my hope or motivation. I tried my best answering each of the questions with the most detail I could. Then I crossed my fingers and tried to keep my hopes up. The test was on the computer so I checked it twice and turned it into google classroom. After two long days of waiting, the grades for the test were in. I checked it and as a result of not losing my hope, I got an A-. I knew that if I had hoped I will get through any challenge better than having no
“You don’t know this, you can’t do this, you don’t know any of this information!” screamed my brain as I took the test to get into my dream highschool, MAST. The Marine Academy of Science and Technology is one of the five schools in the Monmouth County Vocational School District.
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.
Once it’s the day of the test I panic. I usually have butterflies in my stomach all day. I worry and am in fear that I am not going to do good on the test. I cram my brain with as much information as I can, but I know this doesn 't help. Most times it makes it worse because the I get a headache and can’t focus. When I finally get the test my mind usually goes blank. When this happens I just need to take a deep breath, regather myself , and remember that everything is going to be okay. Once I do this, I usually can remember all the things that I studied for many hours. So just like in chapter eight when Equality breaks away his shell of fear, when I get my test and just breath that is how I break my fear of test shell off.
I get the news... a math test! We are having a math test on something we just learned today. I sit back down at my desk and begin to panic because I cannot let myself fail this AP Statistics test considering we only have one test per quarter. Everything is rushing through my head at one hundred miles an hour. The pressure in my eyes gets harder and harder and then a tear falls down my cheek. I am crying in front of a class full of seniors and I’m the only sophomore; what an embarrassment. After what seemed like years of trying to calm myself down I finally come to realization with myself that freaking out will not help me learn this math by tomorrow; I need to take action now and the next day I took the test and received my grade of a C, this
As I walk into the school, I take a deep breath repeating the words “I can do this, I’ve done it before.” Laying my paper down to the table, the woman gives me the okay to head up to room 222. Walking up the stairs I could feel my heartbeat pound harder and harder, as if I had an elephant pounding on my chest. Realizing this was my last chance to take this test before I started applying to colleges, made my stress level rise uncontrollably.
When it comes to us women wearing makeup, it seems like we are shamed if we do, and shamed if we don’t. Although, the face powder in Renaissance era were harmful to skin, I am still glad that they came up with the idea. Without the Renaissance’s idea of face powder, Mr. Max Factor would not have invented the pancake foundation. Half of my makeup collection are: cake foundation, liquid foundation, face powder, setting powder—you name it. What can I say? Perfect skin ideal is hard to emulate, especially if you are genetically prone to acne. Nevertheless, it seems as though, whether you embrace the significance of makeup or choose to step out of the house—"bare-faced," you will be criticized either way. Because one day you attended a family gathering
All my life my family has encouraged me to do what I love and, to never let anyone or anything make me feel like I wasn’t good enough. Failing my C.N.A exam set me back in ways that are painful for me to think of. I've learned now that I
The past four years I have not scored so well on the reading part and i have just given up. I tell myself at the beginning of each test “you can do it, take your time” never seemed to work. This year was tenth grade and it is the year you need to pass to graduate, I feel like i got this one in the books. Normal testing day comes and i get anxious and nervous then impatient, and guess right through it all. But this year i couldn’t i had to work my hardest no matter what it took. I actually felt ready.
have always been the type of person to learn from my failures, and to try my absolute hardest to improve after them. One of my most memorable failures was with AP U.S. History, which I took Sophomore year. Like many of the other students, I was very laid back coming into class in the fall of 2014. I recall the lecture that our teacher, Mr. Hohenstein, gave us about keeping up with work and studying for tests. He specifically told us that you wouldn’t pass unless you gave your one-hundred percent. Despite all the important details and life lessons in his lecture, I didn’t heed most of his advice. After a few weeks had passed, our first test came around the corner. I thought that I was prepared, due to spending a couple of hours studying the
I parked the car removed the keys from the ignition. The instructor began to combine all the points together, in my head I kept repeating “O God, I hope I passed.” It was not until then she said “Congratulations, you passed you’re driving test.” Right then, I just wanted to cry tears of joy because I was recalling the time when I failed on my first attempt and made sure to recover from that mistake by practicing every time I was not busy or on the weekend with my parents. I had put so much pressure on myself. I was just speechless at the end. I walked down the ramp and looked at my dad in excitement and relief. I was so proud of myself for going back and facing my fear of that dreadful place. I know now that whatever I put my mind to I can do. Even though it was a hard thing I had to face for two months and being so nervous the day of the test, I made sure not to give up even when times are tough. Resilience, determination and motivation was key to succeeding on my second
I would lie awake at night, worrying about when I was going to find time to work and study for my classes while also getting enough sleep. As the year progressed, I began taking my victories where I could, instead of worrying over my scores. Despite my pre-calculus grade, which seemed stagnant at a solid C+, I refused to feed into my worry. I wouldn’t let it bother me unless it was an immediate threat. Thus, an idea developed: I decided that I would survive the entire year, focusing on the victories and pushing away the failures. This was a huge oversight on my part. When chemistry 101 began to reach new depths, my strategy fell through the ice. Even as I found myself falling farther behind, I continued to put my misunderstandings to the side. I told myself I could wait for one more day. This worked, for a few weeks, until I got my third test back, practically bleeding red ink and topped with a heart-wrenching 56. I realized that I couldn’t put it off for any longer: I asked questions, no matter how ridiculous they seemed. If I didn’t comprehend the way something was explained, I continued asking for clarification until I understood. I practiced chemistry problems for much of my free time. My failure pushed me to never stop questioning, to always be curious, and most importantly, to never let myself give up, even when failure is inevitable and frustration imminent. Without my grit, I wouldn’t have ended the year with a final exam score of 90 and an undeniable passion for