Personal Narrative: Broken Board

The lessons I learn from failure always advance me into a later success. There has been frequent incidents or occasions in my life where I experienced failures. My past overall has been crammed with failures. During these periods, I continued to force myself into achievement. You must, as you admit the mistakes and you proceed forward, omitting the key is you need to achieve greater and comprehend the faults.

After coming home, i went to my friends house to see what he was doing, he skates to, good as a professional so i thought it can be my chance to learn a lesson which is a trick, so he grabs his board and i got my board, he tells me to put both of my feet on the board, he says press on the tail of the board and try to slide your foot up, i tried it and couldn’t get the board to pop up, gave it one last try and finally got the board to pop off the concrete, i was

Sometimes in life failures can be fundamental stepping stones that can lead you to learn and grow to future success. In my life I have failed thousands of times, with some failures having a bigger impact in my life than others. No matter the failure there is always something to learn from them. I think failures are a great way of learning. Without them, we would never know the wrong way to do something. The most important thing from any failure is to learn how to become better. There is a reason for failures, and they should be for learning and growing. All of life is about growing and becoming better.

When I was 10 I was at one of my dance competitions. I was at my last competition of the year. I was doing my jazz dancer called Circus. In the dance me and my friend were getting ready to do our aerials. I was so nervous about landing it. But I went for it but something happened.

So, when I was like five I used to hang out with Nick, Dakota, Kiser, Collin, Dawson, and a few other boys. That day it was just us six though. The boys were jumping off of the equipment at recess. We were playing “transformers”. I decided to just run around and not jump off it. I went down the slide and stuff like that. I was smarter than them and knew something would happen. They kept jumping and trying to make me but I refused. It was about a five foot jump down. They kept pushing me and literally tried to push me off a few times. After about ten minutes of this I finally decided to jump. It was fun at first and I kept going for a while. I would jump, run around to the stairs, crawl through the tunnel, and jump again. I did this about twelve times until they thought it would be funny to push me off. I’m sure my face was priceless when I realized what was happening. I ended up trying to land correctly but messed up and landed on the side of my right ankle so it turned in and immediately went down. The boys jumped off and surrounded me, looking at me because they had no idea what happened. I couldn’t get up until they blew the whistle and I had to. I ended up being able to get up but had tears in my eyes (I didn’t like to cry and still don’t. I like to think I’m tough and no matter what happens I’ll be ok.). I hobbled back to class while everyone else was running back. I almost made it back when one of the aid’s stopped me. She said “Oh my gosh, are you ok!?”. I looked at her and

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

Four, maybe five German soldiers surrounded me. They were moving in faster than a pack of starving wolves, and I was their downed prey. There were flying bullets, dark smoke, and explosions everywhere. I was oppressed and knew that this was finally it. All my hard work was about to disappear into a plume of smoke. I commenced raising my rifle, and then in the midst of this chaotic scene there was this ever so subtle giggle over the headset. I look upwards dumbfounded to see a firestorm of bombs hailing all around me, and enveloping my entire section of the battlefield obliterating everything. It was my brother Chase piloting this monstrous desert-sand colored beast of a bomber, which just unleashed utter devastation on the opposing

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

Our drill director decided to stop by and see how we were doing. There was an issue that we had talked about before where the color guard would mesh with the drum line, while throwing a toss at the same time. This was extremely dangerous considering that we had no control of our flags and of how close we were to other people. Because of this, the drill director decided to change the drill so that we would be moving while throwing the toss. I was extremely resentful of this because i was not very good at this toss and now i would be moving while the flag was in the air. The first few times we went through the new drill i simply did not throw the toss and when i decided to throw it i would not throwing it as high as it was supposed to be. Once i had the drill completely memorized, i decided to push myself and throw the toss the way i knew to, with all of my strength and keeping my free hand in the air. We were going through the set and i was nailing it, i threw my flag up high up into the sky, watching it as it spun round and round. It seemed to come down with double the force that it was thrown with and because of that and because i didn't leave my free hand in the air to catch the flag and to guard my face i t came crashing down onto my nose. My hand flew up to my nose and i ran from the flag, not wanting to mess up anything else. I knew right away that my nose was bleeding. I took my hand away from my nose and

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;

“your good,what happened to his foot”which was a mistake he came at me like a freight train and he tackled me so hard I fell and punched him strait in the face and fell down and did not wake up so I ran and started skateboarding away.I did not notice, but a beat down truck with Colorado licence plates was following me and then I turned into an alley and they suddenly stopped and the Dad jumped out and chased me into a wall and all I could see was a truck roof. In a free parking lot with a broken

Well i'm still a young person but i do have a story. I was 10 i wanted to go sledding and by my house there was this really big hill. A construction company started to dig at it. When my friend and i got to the hill we sled for an hour then we got bored. When you get bored as a kid you look for something to do so we did. We played with the snow made forts out of snow drifts and we had a little fun. Then we got bored again we went down the hill and looked at the cliff. My friend and i wanted to climb it. So we did We climbed it 4 or 5 times each then i wanted to jump off it, I jumped off it first. We jumped off it twice. My third jump was my last jump and the jump that changed my life. On my final jump i landed in 2 cm of snow. That snow wasn't close enough to what we were jumping into a 2 feet of snow kinda ended and i landed on that one spot. My left ankel took most of the impact. When i hit the ground my ankle had a really sharp pain i tried to walk it off but it just got worse and at this time i had no clue what to do. I kept on yelling for my mom and no one came i was scared. I started to yell at my friend. This is when my little brother got to the hill we started to yell at him telling him to go get my mom. When my brother left it felt like hours went by as i sat there in pain. My mother finally showed up they loaded me onto one of the 2 sleds we had and started to pull me. Half way out of the field some person

The lessons we take from failure can be fundamental to later success. Recount an incident or time when you experienced failure. How did it affect you, and what did you learn from the experience?

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!” Screamed the crowd of people as they plummeted down a drop on one of the most terrifying roller coasters i've ever seen. We were on vacation in Universal Studios, Hollywood, and believe me, I was not pleased. My dad always says I shouldn’t be scared of roller coasters, but I don't listen to him. I’m terrified of roller coasters, so since he knows I don’t listen to him, he let my little sister choose the ride I had to go on, which almost scared me to death.