Personal Narrative: My Failure Of A High School Paper

Failure is a part of life. While many see failure as a negative thing, I have started to see it as a situation that can make you a better person. Failure drives me to never make that mistake again. I first realized this when I took my first AP class and AP exam and received a score of 2. This journey all started sophomore year when I took AP World History. I quickly learned that I needed to actually read and take notes to be able to succeed in the class. It took a few poor grades on essays and tests for me to understand this. Despite this new revelation, I still struggled in the class. When it came time to start reviewing and preparing for the exam, I put an immense amount of effort, but not as hard as I should’ve been. Exam day came and

After that moment, I no longer saw myself as an intelligent kid who was unable to fail, but one who was and could be challenged by failure and challenged to learn from my mistakes. After revising the essay, I received an “A+,” yet this was not what made me happy. The fact that I, the twelve-year-old boy who had previously rejected failure as a possibility, could accept failure (by my standards) and use it as

Throughout my life, failure has been a constant reminder of how much I more I have to grow and learn. A time when I have experienced a significant failure was in my Calculus AP class. Before this class I would've thought that math was the easiest subject for me, hover, upon taking this course I've never been more wrong. The failure in this class progressed from a D to and F. I was devastated when I realized how inadequately I was performing, compared to previous successes. I remember studying all night for a test just to receive an F on it anyway. It was then that I realized that I was missing a fundamental step in the problem solving experience. Since I usually make really good grades, the thought of having an F on my progress report was eating

Have you ever wanted to quit? Give up? Or just lay in your bed, eat Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream, and cry forever? I have, and it wasn't a fun experience. But, I learned that you should just find something you love, and stick with it.

“It’s failure that gives you the proper perspective on success.” Never pictured The transition from middle school to high school would be as vigorous academically as it was. I went from a middle school mentality to blossoming into a young adult. I massively flunked Algebra back in High School at age 15. This was not my most inferior failure, but was an event that left a pit in my confidence. It wholly changed the way I approached my academics and outlook on life in general. New assignments were given to me left and right. I thought I could hold the information given to me quickly enough. My approach was to wing it and try to cram all the information. I was carefree I thought that I can just get through the class without trying as hard. Little

In my life I had failed over thousands of times. From my first attempt to ride a bike, falling and getting an ugly scar on my right knee or my first time entering a Pokémon tournament, getting eliminated in the first round. Even through these failures, I never felt discouraged. I got on my cousin bike the next and I entered many other Pokémon tournaments afterwards. My failures motivate me to try even harder and try to succeed the next time around. Always giving it all I got and a little more. One of my greatest failures that I had in my life was not taking school serious, more specifically my freshmen and sophomore math and history classes’ in high school. This misstep had taught me two major things that are important to have in this world, a college education, asking for help. These lesions that I learn helped me mature and prosper as individual.

The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t great either. I got lost so many times and the only thing more embarrassing than being lost in the hallway is asking someone for directions, which I had to do twice. I only had one class with my friends, but all three of us were in there. And Samantha Kline was in my second period social studies class. We had started hanging out during school for the last month of eighth grade, and I didn’t have her number, but we liked each other. I don’t know about liking each other. I liked her but I didn’t know if she liked me. She was cool. Popular but quiet. And very pretty. She had played basketball in middle school and had practiced with the high school soccer team for the second half

I am proud to say, I have failed little in my life. I normally keep up with myself and know how to make good enough decisions, although this golden streak has left me with little to account for in a situation such as this. In brainstorming, I found myself engrossing lame attempts at answering the prompt. Not to say I do not make mistakes or fail at things in general; they were just too much of a stretch for a failure essay. For example, I did not make the volleyball team in eighth grade and I am always forgetting how sensitive my skin is and somehow end up trying out all these harsh makeups and skin routine washes. Yes, theses moments are not ones I want to highlight and show off on display, but these are more meme fail worthy. I did not learn

Coming into the class I would’ve not considered myself to be a strong writer, yet I was surrounded by the best writers in my school. I was thrust into a class with no one whom I have ever talked before, a teacher who some considered to be crazy and material that I have struggled with over and over. I was set up for failure. And I did just that.

Sorrow, disgrace, and rage are just some of the emotions I felt the first time I performed poorly in school. I asked myself,”Why? Why did I do this to myself?” My failure couldn’t be attributed to lack of knowledge or skill, but rather my extreme case of procrastination. It was my junior year in high school when I took honors English 11; this class was set to prepare me for college which was not an option, but a necessity. I knew what I was getting myself into when I signed up for it. “This class will great experience,” I said. “I need to learn how to prepare a proper essay for college,” I continued. This class seemed like a great idea for me. I remember when I was little my mother always told me, “Jimmy you’re going to college whether you

High school in its self is an experience. There are many activities and opportunities to take part in. I have been provided the opportunity to have experience many of these during the course of my high school career. The one that stands out to me as most satisfying was when the girls volleyball team went to state. However, I am not a member of the volleyball team; I am a part of the band.

I came to IUN for a new beginning. For a chance to redeem my failures in high school. For a chance to prove to myself and others my potential. In high school I was never really an honor student, even though my test scores suggested otherwise. I outscored students across the nation in many standardized tests and my writing and communication skills are quite exceptional. I applied to many universities and I got accepted to a good majority of them, but without a GPA to match I could not qualify for scholarships. As a result I had to stay home for college because both of my parents are currently in college and just could not afford to pay out of pocket for my education.

In life we are all bound to make mistakes given that nobody is perfect. We are all human and we all make mistakes and failures. I have made many failures in my life; some strong and some extreme, however one failure that recently affected me was failng my drivers test. Now of course, failures are subjective and how much it should affect you is to each of ts own, but me failing mine deeply affected me. I was sad for so many day and nearly cried afterwards, but I decided to keep my head up. I’m a prefectionist and everyone was looking forard to me passing my first time, but unfortunatley I did not. It took me a while to move on, but I did lern from it. What I learned from my failure is that I should neever give up, I should continue to practing,

Everybody experiences failure at some point in their life, though it may come in many different forms: relationships, an interview, in a sport, or in a class. The latter is where I have had failure recently. Though doing poorly in a class was painful, it taught me that not being perfect is okay, and also how to be better in my other classes.

My greatest failure was how I reacted to getting a “C” in my middle school science class. Growing up my grades weren’t the best in middle school, but for the one year I had to get perfect grades to go to the highschool of my choice I ended up getting a C in my science class and ruining my chances. I had let down my family. Seeing their faces on report card pickup just drop down in disappointed is a miserable sight that flashes back to haunt me at times. Yet my reaction to that failure was the real mistake I made because I had sworn to become a student that got all A’s, I had lost my self worth to a letter and had a letters dictate how I lived my life.