Personal Narrative: Mistakes

When I think of my mistakes, it was a challenge for me to identify the biggest, let alone my favorite. After thinking upon of what I thought were simple insignificant mistakes, I found something that is also responsible for my happiness and health today. My biggest mistake was not getting injured, but continuing to train injured and treating the shooting pain as soreness. This injury lead me to many places, and through many treatments. It has been painful and arduous but the outcome helped pave the way I live my life.

This went on until the spring of my fifth grade year, when in gym class we began preparing for the Fun Run, an end of the year race for all fifth grade students in the Cedar Rapids area. I came home, excitedly telling my mom about the race. I told her I bet I would see all of my church friends at the race -- maybe I could even run with some of them! Later the week, Mom drove me out to JC Penney's and insisted that I pick out a bra to wear for the Fun Run. I was humiliated -- I walked out of the store, telling her to pick it out herself. As we walked around the rest of the mall, I hid the bag under my shirt because I was scared that people would be able to see through the bag, and think to themselves, "Now why is that little girl carrying around a bra?"

It is always good to learn from your mistakes. Sometimes mistakes can be considered good things because it lets a person change how they do something and that there could be many ways for doing one task.

Losing items borrowed from friends can be difficult as in the story The Necklace. A story that relates to this and hits a little closer to home for me is about my brother, Matt. When he was in 8th grade, he borrowed and lost something of value. That something of value was his girlfriend’s IPod. Later that day he forgot to take it out of his pocket. Then it went through the washing machine. As you can most likely guess, it was completely ruined. He then had to save up for months to be able to get her a new one that was just like her old one. . This put such a strain on their relationship that they broke up.

We all make mistakes that we later regret, but that's life. We need to focus more on just accepting to live with it.

We all make mistakes that we later regret, but that's life. We need to focus more on just accepting to live with it.

This week I forgot to bring two very important things with me to the library this week. My planner where I wrote down some important things I wanted to talk about. and I also forgot my camera cord. I'll have to send my pictures next week.

In doing this, I gained absolutely nothing because no matter how hard I tried to blame someone else, it was still my responsibility and my fault. Just by experience I have learned that the best course of action is never to blame someone else but to take responsibility. Knowing this, I will try to take full responsibility for my actions in the future to prevent myself from blaming others.

I admit that I misplace things and it happens more than I’d like to admit. Something is in my hand one second and gone the next and I have no recollection of where I put it. I am always saying “I just had it, but don’t know where it’s at now.” I left my cell phone in a pile of clothes when I took my son school shopping at the King of Prussia mall. I didn’t realize it until I was on the headed back home and needed to use my phone as a GPS. I had to turn around and run back to the store, where fortunately, an employee found my phone and locked it away. I stuck my purse on the hook in the bathroom at a restaurant and walked out without it.

I believe it was Wednesday morning, around 9:30 am, partly cloudy, about 66 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I have a chemistry class at Laney College and I remembered I had a quiz that morning so I wanted to make sure I made it on time, because the quiz starts at the beginning of the class. I made sure I have everything like my wallet, book, backpack and my water bottle, the usual checklist. So I am off the class, and like always I lock the door right before I walk outside. Everything was going according to plan until it happened. I think my hands were full and I walked out my house, and realized I don’t have my car keys! I realized it almost right after I closed the door behind me, because the next thing I do is open my car...with my car keys.

As I stood on the outside of the arena watching teen girls traditional finish dancing, my stomach filled with butterflies. I walked into the arena as the announcer says “Next up teen girl's jingle,” with all the other dancers in my category. It was Sunday, the last day of Indian Summer Pow Wow, and my last contest for this pow wow, this year. Although I was nervous, I was also filled with happiness, confidence, and gratefulness. “Take it away boys” the announcer says. That’s when I knew that the drum group was going to start playing and this meant I had to start dancing.

I have taken full responsibility for my actions and I understand that what happened was completely wrong. I also understand that I could have possibly ruined my future. This is why I am doing everything in my power to stay focused and on track. From this experience, I learned that as people we will fall short sometimes and make decisions that are not the best for ourselves. However, this experience is one that I have added

Everyone, at some point in their life, has made a mistake. Sometimes we get lucky and only falter a little, making it through the problem relatively intact. Other times, we mess up a lot and have to fix what was damaged over a long period of time. However, the same is true for most, if not all cases—those who make the mistake learn from it. Often times, our failures teach us valuable lessons that we only gained because of the experience we gathered after messing up. I have personally achieved a wealth of knowledge and experience just from all of my own little mishaps, and a few major ones.

I have had stitches before, in my head, but I did not know that one collosal mistake could cost me my entire summer of getting wet and showering. It was summer in Michigan, and I was at my Grandmother’s house for camping, like my brothers and I do every year. This year, I was excited because my father had let us bring our bikes to ride around.

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.