Personal Narrative: My Failure At Roman Catholic High School

People can face many challenges in life from good to bad and it is the way in which one chooses to overcome them that they can succeed. I have had a challenge in school that I needed to work on in order to overcome the barrier. I have not always been the best but also not the worst in my classes academically speaking. I have faced times in which I struggled in certain courses specifically in my math classes. I am not the math type of guy, I have always found numbers and everything math related not interesting to me at all.

My time at Elk County Catholic High School is something that I will cherish for the rest of my life. I have made a large amount of memories throughout the past four years, especially on the sporting surfaces. I am upset about graduating in less than a month, but I am also excited to begin a new chapter in my life. I simply want to be remembered as a kid who made the most out oh his experience in high school. It has been my goal to keep good grades, along with having the most fun possible. This starts with spending time with my friends. I never pass on an opportunity to spend time with those whom I have made countless memories with since elementary school. I also made it a priority to play as many sports as possible. Sports in general are my

“There’s a pool on the fourth floor,” and, “Everybody hates freshman,” were only a few of the rumors that circled the air about high school. It turned out, there was not a pool on the fourth floor; there was not even a fourth floor. Unfortunately, most people did hate freshman. Going from being the biggest people in middle school to the smallest people in high school was terrifying. I did not know how I was going to make it through the year, but somehow I survived.

Throughout my high school education, there have been many factors that contributed to my performance. Some were out of my control and others were solely my actions. I take full responsibility for not pushing myself to try harder in school. Some circumstances made this difficult, at the time I lived at home with my mother, sister, and brother but then one day it all changed. First, my brother joined the Marines and left home and soon after my sister followed and joined the Air Force and also left. Since my mother is a single parent, my siblings contributed a lot financially and helped her tremendously. For this reason, she began to work even longer hours. To attempt to help my mother, I started working a lot when I turned 16. My mistake was

My education has never been on a secure pace, but always a roller coaster of inconsistency and long periods of unknowns. From the time I entered High School, first attending Charlotte Catholic, I was never quite able to find a rhythm in my school work. Struggling to balance schoolwork with sports, at times I rushed making silly mistakes that cost me credibility among the faculty and my friends. It was not until I realized I needed to make a change, I needed to find a place and pace where I felt at home. That place for me was Covenant Day School and the change occurred between my 10th and 11th grade years. My friends thought the decision was silly, it would cost me dearly; but I felt not changing would cost me more.

The car came screeching to a stop. Nervously, I glanced over my shoulder to gaze at the school that would shape the final three years of my high school experience. Transferring from one high school to another took a toll on me both mentally and physically. During these monumental years, I knew that I wanted to focus on my grades, participate in clubs, and potentially play sports. Sure, I researched, watched various movies and read about how to prepare myself for the upcoming years, but everyone has their own unique experience. Being excessively introverted in the ninth grade immediately put me in the position of being a target. I often felt ostracized by my peers each day at school. As I walked down the halls, I was anxious and quite despondent.

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

I attended Loudon Elementary through 2nd to 6th grade. I was sad that I was leaving all my friends but excited to meet new people at junior school. I heard Junior High was a lot different from elementary.The only concern I had was that the classes may be to hard but, it wasn’t that hard once I got there and met all my teachers.My first impression of Tevis Jr. High was that I was really nervous I had wondered how this school was like.Tevis was different than I expected because I thought that I would get lots of homework and I wouldn’t find any friends.

I lived in multiple neighborhoods growing up. I never lived in one place for a long period of time. So I had to get used to a new environment, a new school, etc., every couple years. I went to three different elementary schools and two different high schools. The only time my family and I stayed in a house for a long time, was during my middle school years. I stayed for half of my 5th grade year until the end of 8th grade. That was the only time I didn’t have to meet new people and get used to the environment I was in.

As I sit here writing this essay on my phone rather than a computer screen, I am coping with one of my set backs. As the product of an African couple, I grew up learning the African culture and way of life. As I began my high school journey my parents began their separation journey. They had decided that they no longer could live in the same house together. They decided 21 years together was enough and they wouldn't bear another minute. I know what you are thinking many children deal with this heartbreaking experience, but what made it extremely hard for me was my ethnicity. Up until this I had loved being African but after I saw the way they treated someone that they once loved my perspective had been changed for good. Something as simple as paying a speeding ticket they would not dare

An incident in which I experienced a failure happened to be my junior year of High School. Technically it was a year of many failures seeing as how I wasn't doing my best in any of my classes. It was a tough year; to be quit frank I let my circumstances get the best of me. Not only did I fail those courses, I failed myself. These failures helped me realize I wasn't being my best self, or even doing the best that I could possible in all aspects of my life. It affected me in such a way that I decided to make a change. I allowed these failures to push me towards striving harder for the things I want and what I believe I am capable of as the year proceeded. It helped me raise the standards for my work, my art, my writings, my makeup skills, and

Have you ever failed multiple times at something and you can not quite figure out exactly why you can not succeed? I have one instance that I failed at two years in a row. I always played basketball throughout high school and still play today, but there was always one goal I had strived for. I wanted to win a sectional championship, which means you are the best team in the district. I made it to the championship game three out of my four years in high school and I never got the title that I thought I needed to be considered good enough. Failing three times did not define me, but it definitely taught me things that I would never have learned if I would have won at least one of the three games.

Have you ever worried what’s going to happen in future? I had this experience in 8th grade. This experience thought great life lesson. In life it’s important to trust and believe that everything will be fine and it will work out the you want it.

If you were to ask me if I liked my high school life here in the U.S. three years ago, I would give you a definite, one worded answer, “No.” It was my fourth year since I had moved from China to New York, I had thought that I had gotten used to the life here, until the first day of high school that screwed everything up. Everything in Midwood was totally different from what I had expected, or, from what I had experienced. Everything was new to me; I had never been used to move from class to class in between periods, and meet different people every time in a new class. As a timid person myself, everything in high school was making me uncomfortable. I felt as if I would never make any friends or even survive in this big school.

Only the beginning of junior year, I was afraid to continue the class. I was afraid I was going to flunk out. The class carried on as I sat there day after day with the thought of failing on my mind. However, that only made me even more determined to get a higher grade on the next test. I could not let a bad grade eat me up and demolish my desire to succeed. Later when the second test was passed back, I looked at it, flashed a smile, and flipped through it, noticing only a few minor mistakes. Returning to the front page, I stared at that 92% until the end of class.