Personal Narrative: Becoming A Failure

Being unprepared is something we all have gone through once in our lives, or maybe if you’ve been organized up to this point, someday you’ll experience it. Getting due dates and procrastinating is something we all can relate to and are familiar with. I personally, find solace in the pressure of time running out because it motivates me to get things finished. This is the story of how I successfully procrastinated on a very important math project.

Lessons taken from failure can be fundamental to later success. I experienced a major failure in my life. Though the failure was not my own personal failure, I was deeply affected. Almost a year ago my parents separated. This was a very emotional time and changed my life forever.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

There I was on the block next to the High Bar. It was about 5:00 at night when my coach told me to do a Kip. As I got up on the bar my nose filled with the smell of chalk. I started to swing, and as I came out of my half turn I looked good. Everything seemed fine but as I came to the part of the Kip where I have to pull my legs up to the bar, I slammed my shins into the bar. My momentum was stopped and I dropped on to the mat, missing the Kip. I felt like I had let down my coach and I had let down myself too. That day I experienced failure. That failure made me want my Kip even more so I worked harder and had support from my teammates.

I will not speak of a specific time I failed, but of a period in which I believed I could never accomplish anything. Also, how I failed to acknowledge the importance to myself. I wasn’t necessarily a failure, but the thought of being one, created failure. When I was young I was bullied. I got pushed, pulled by, spit on, smacked by people I considered friends. The comments and the actions of others

I have two major obstacles that I have overcome in my last three years of school. My first major obstacle is being able to graduate early, I’ll be the first student at Sheyenne to graduate in three years instead of four. It took a lot of hard work and focus, but with the help that I got from my teachers, I was able to do what I needed. I did two summers of summer school, and worked really hard on completing my all my history online. My second obstacle is getting my CNA licenses. It took a very long time, because I have a lot of testing anxiety. The two years I took getting my license was worth it all in the end, because I got to learn and practice new information. During the process I did give up on myself because I couldn’t pass the test,

The military’s height and weight standard and my ability to successively maintain it. Joining the military at the age of 21 weighing in at 130 pounds; very much in shape and thin, never concerned about how much I weighed in the past. As time went on, I had children and gain weight. Having surgery, which prevented me from working out and more weight was gained. The Military has a standard which I am require to meet, regardless of the circumstances. As I get older and have another surgery the harder it is to keep up with the standard.

When I was 8 years old in 2nd grade, I experienced failure when I Iost in my first basketball game and I also didn’t play well. It was my first organized basketball game that I had ever played in, and the first loss I had to experience. The loss felt terrible. After that loss, I felt completely sad and defeated.

Last semester, I encountered a personal experience of one’s self-fulfilling prophecy of failure. Looking to accomplish one more mathematics pre-requisite for my chosen major, I decided to proceed by undertaking a course in 1411 pre-calculus, before moving on to statistics in the fall. However, I regularly struggled through each new math class with much determination, I have always accepted that mathematics has always been my kryptonite, packed with anxiety. More importantly, this least favorite subject and one I often battled long hours to comprehend, was just another subject level I wanted in the rearview. Either way, I felt somewhat confident as I started the spring semester that I would get a handle on pre-calculus and obtain a passing

Where there’s a will there’s a way (Harrington, 2012). What a great subject, that screams motivation, drive, and non-acceptance of failure. What a great subject for me, but it wasn’t always that way. I think it’s easier just do the bare minimum but starting where I did in my career and realizing I didn’t want to stay there made me strive for something better.

Street lights turn off one by one, my eyes slowly shut as if I'm going to sleep, my hands have no control of the steering wheel I noticed that my car's speed was gradually increasing,my eyes screwed shut in fear.The car swerves and drifts off the road and hits a tree.My head hits the middle of the steering wheel, my air bags do not deploy my stomach straining against my belt as I struggled to move.My eyes are shut but I can still hear, sirens of ambulances but barely could understand what others are saying it's almost like they were speaking another language, I try to stand up but I have no energy to do so I try to move but my body won react.I feel trapped in my own flesh and blood.All my memories flash in from the past all my dreams and goals I could've achieved but instead, I hanged out in the clubs ,took unhealthy supplements and got drunk all day, they were taunting me,most likely haunting me.I start to tear up my thoughts kept saying “you’re a failure” “You’re a loser” it just kept repeating and repeating,it just didn't stop I was

I wrote the worst book ever when the world was crashing and more people than ever before in history were committing suicide.

It is the bottom of the 9th, two outs, tie game with the bases loaded. It was all up to me, one hit and the game was over. All of our hard work, grit and determination has paid off thus far but will it last us just a bit longer? The season started it out a bit rough, our first four games were painful losses, so bad our assistant coach quit. We were so terrible people never even went to our games, and after the fourth loss most parents stopped showing up. Our season was going to be one big humiliating failure.