Personal Narrative: Lessons Learned From Failure

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 ended up failing but I wasn’t to upset since the whole school district ended up failing it was like going to school again. I went to summer school and passed the writing test. Sophomore and junior year were the hardest for me with the writing test. Sophomore year I did not pass my writing and reading, I ended up going to summer school again, and I still did not pass. After not passing the second time my junior year started. The school offered tutoring afterschool and I would have pullouts during my class. Pullouts is where you would be pulled out of a non-essential class for tutoring during school. After I spent all that time studying and practicing I still didn’t pass. I just didn’t understand what was wrong with me, I felt dumb and worthless. Each time I take a test I would pray to god, to help me through it a give me strength. But I felt as though he wasn’t listening to me, I was so ashamed of myself. I know I was at my worst when I was thinking about dropping out of high school. I felt like I failed everyone my mother, father and most of all myself. I had one last time to pass the test before my senior year. At this point, I was over the test I had no courage left in me to fail again But, I had no

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.

In my 7th-grade history class, I was having trouble with my assignments. At the start of the year, it was all easy for me, but over time, it became difficult. The reason was that I couldn’t understand what’s happening when reading the passage in the textbook. Therefore, I felt that I couldn’t overcome understanding what the tests are saying. I would have just stared at the passages like a hawk during my tests. Eventually, I stopped doing my homework and studying for tests as a result of thinking it was useless to try. At the end of that semester, my grade was a D since I was slacking off. I was truly shocked when I saw my grade because I believed I was going to fail everything.

Regardless of working hard, I failed my high school math course. From the start, my teacher was negative towards me. After receiving an A- at the end of my mandatory summer math course, I learned my previous failure resulted from two things: peer-pressure to succeed and lack of confidence. During university, this lesson really helped me in completing three

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?

At last, I worked my way to take my final required math class which was college algebra. I felt a great sense of accomplishment to have succeeded after failing several times. My persistence and determination helped me proceed but the college algebra was extremely difficult. I barely understood the intermediate algebra course that I previously worked hard in to get a passing grade, so I was ultimately afraid of what would be ahead. I received all failing grades on my tests and I felt discouraged to continue. Due to my failure, I dropped the class because I knew that it would of been a better choice rather receiving an F on my transcript. Then I challenged myself and I took the same college algebra course with another professor and it was an intermediate class that lasted 4 hours. I practiced my course material as much as possible outside of the hectic schedule that I had to work around. Eventually, I once again barely passed with a C. I realized that I was not successful because I was not genuinely interested In math and I didn't understand it well. I tried my best to practice as much homework as I could, I stayed up hours and repeated several math problems in hopes of understanding

I unzipped my coat as I stepped into the warm basement. I crinkle my nose as the bitter smell of alcohol hits it. I feel like I should be used to it by now, I go to concerts at least once a month. We walk over to the small table overflowing with merchandise. It’s a tradition to by the opening bands CD.

I almost flunked the eighth grade. Struggling through school, I never asked for help. I went to school everyday pretending I knew everything, convincing everyone, including myself, that I was doing fine academically. The teacher told me once,“this may be an F, but it’s a higher F than last time." It wasn’t until my teacher made that comment about my work, that I really thought about my future. So after a long crying session, I decided to get my act together.

Lessons can be learned from unexpected sources. One morning my sister Kenadee and I were playing with toys. We had buttered toast that morning; it was as tasty as ice cream. Kenadee was being really silly and put her buttered toast in our VCR player! I thought I could get the toast out of the VCR player with no problem.

My failure came about because of  my bad habits that affected me academically. During my 10th grade year it became difficult for me to use my old habits and succeed academically. The actions I took became detrimental to my success during 10th grade year.  I would settle for the low scores I received instead of going to the teacher and asking for help. By consistently telling myself I would do better the  next time, I never formed  a

In my three years of being here I’ve learned so much. Managing time is key. In the beginning I was pretty good at it but as I got better I’ve learned how to better my time. Really in my opinion you can’t teach someone maybe to some extent you can but not really. It has to do with experience with time management you need to fail once or twice before understanding the importance and how much it really does help. In life I’ve always had an easy time with managing my time so this wasn’t much of an issue with me. My career goals have been magnified since being here, realizing that what I want to do in life might actually be my reality. In this day and age not many people can say that. Through the Ferris classes I took here I was able to save fifteen thousand

Failure sometimes is necessary to realize how one has to change who they are. For me that moment came toward the end of my sophomore year. I received my last report card for the academic year, and I noticed my atrocious grades. The results shocked me, and for the first time I was truly disappointed in myself.

One time I failed was when I got an D on a math quiz a long time ago around 2nd grade. Instead of crying and being all melancholy about it I decide to get the test and asked for my Mom for help on the test. The the problems I got wrong I needed to go over it and do them again and again till I got the answer. Once I did the problem over and over again I learned my mistake. Once I went over the answers till I got them right it made my grade bump up my grade dramatically to a B. Ever since that time that I got a bad grade on a test and I revised my test. Now every time I don’t feel happy with my grade I will always see if there is a way to fix my grade. Even if I cannot get a better grade I will see the question I got wrong and redo them. Now

It took a long time to recover from my mistake, and I still had a very low grade by the second month. I tried my best but I knew this subject was not for me. No, that does not mean I gave up, and I actually tried a lot harder. Even though, I had tried, I had not reached my goal and ended up failing a semester of Spanish one. I do not like failing, it made me feel not accomplished, slow, and like I had not failed only myself, but my parents as well. I had not even began to think of the disappoint and the words they would say to me. I remember coming home to show my parents my first progress report. My dads eyes filled