Personal Narrative: The Pressure Of Utter Failure

Being unprepared is something we all have gone through once in our lives, or maybe if you’ve been organized up to this point, someday you’ll experience it. Getting due dates and procrastinating is something we all can relate to and are familiar with. I personally, find solace in the pressure of time running out because it motivates me to get things finished. This is the story of how I successfully procrastinated on a very important math project.

After much consideration my husband and I have decided that Michael will not longer be attending The Reason For Hope effective immediately. I welcome the chance to sit down and talk with you should you choose to discuss the situation. It was not easy to arrive at this decision but it has been a long time coming. We have been increasingly more uncomfortable with your program in recent months for the reasons below.

I have had to deal with adversity a lot in my life. Whether it be losing playing time, or not even getting a fair chance because my family isn’t involved in the program. I’ve faced adversity in more than just sports; I grew up without a dad and it’s gotten to the point where I don’t have a mom either. Although I have had to deal with many hard experiences, I believe it's made me stronger, better person.

am beset {long pause} How long will I let the pain and loss define my life? An enduring struggle of loss and gain A monumental achievement through the tangles of deeds But is left alone with silent words

I've been fairly busy as of late. Notably, yesterday was a pretty interesting day. I'm not exactly feeling well, think I'm coming down with something. How often is it that a Jedi contracts a cold? Just not feeling as spry, I think. My stomach is churning as I type, something is missing, think I might have to take a reprieve sooner rather than later. Maybe I'll be gone for a cycle, maybe I'll be gone for a year. I don't know. I just know that I need to focus on other things. That's not the point of this entry, however.

Dealing with adversity and seemingly impossible challenges determines a central lesson I have learned in my life. In early childhood, I experienced severe brain injuries and a life­threatening coma caused by a major car accident. In the following years, I struggled with dyslexia, learning deficits, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. From 1994 to 2004, I faced a major family crisis due to the bankruptcy of my parents’ business, followed by a decade of financial uncertainty. Despite all difficulties, I enrolled in college and dealt with the accumulated stress in trauma therapy from 2008 to 2010. During this time, I also ran a successful web design and hosting company and learned first-hand about the importance of strategic positioning.

rang throughout my body, and thoughts of failure creeped their way into my mind. Then when the ball finally found its way out-of-bounds, and I subbed in those thoughts faded away.

Last semester, I encountered a personal experience of one’s self-fulfilling prophecy of failure. Looking to accomplish one more mathematics pre-requisite for my chosen major, I decided to proceed by undertaking a course in 1411 pre-calculus, before moving on to statistics in the fall. However, I regularly struggled through each new math class with much determination, I have always accepted that mathematics has always been my kryptonite, packed with anxiety. More importantly, this least favorite subject and one I often battled long hours to comprehend, was just another subject level I wanted in the rearview. Either way, I felt somewhat confident as I started the spring semester that I would get a handle on pre-calculus and obtain a passing

Throughout the course of my high school career, I have learned that great success can come with failure. As stated by Denis Waitley, “Failure should be our teacher, not our undertaker. Failure is delay, not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end. Failure is something we can avoid only by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing.” Waitley’s quote has inspired me to not only learn from my mistakes, but to use them to my advantage by learning more about myself and what I can accomplish. I have learned this best from my experience during my freshman year of high school. During the first few months I was struggling trying to adapt to my new high school curriculum and social culture, I felt as though I was an outcast by

Where there’s a will there’s a way (Harrington, 2012). What a great subject, that screams motivation, drive, and non-acceptance of failure. What a great subject for me, but it wasn’t always that way. I think it’s easier just do the bare minimum but starting where I did in my career and realizing I didn’t want to stay there made me strive for something better.

Failing is something everyone has experienced, whether it be extensive or minimal. These defeats, however can be fundamental to later success. By using the past failures, you are able to see where you mismanaged, and redress yourself so that next time you do not make the equivalent mistake. As a swimmer, failure is something I have become accustomed to, and have learned to utilize. Unless you are someone with the plentiful ability of Michael Phelps in the water, you cannot triumph in every race. I may have failed in a swimming event, but the lessons that I have cultivated from my failure have accompanied in showing me how to deal with failure, and how to use it to my advantage.

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,

Street lights turn off one by one, my eyes slowly shut as if I'm going to sleep, my hands have no control of the steering wheel I noticed that my car's speed was gradually increasing,my eyes screwed shut in fear.The car swerves and drifts off the road and hits a tree.My head hits the middle of the steering wheel, my air bags do not deploy my stomach straining against my belt as I struggled to move.My eyes are shut but I can still hear, sirens of ambulances but barely could understand what others are saying it's almost like they were speaking another language, I try to stand up but I have no energy to do so I try to move but my body won react.I feel trapped in my own flesh and blood.All my memories flash in from the past all my dreams and goals I could've achieved but instead, I hanged out in the clubs ,took unhealthy supplements and got drunk all day, they were taunting me,most likely haunting me.I start to tear up my thoughts kept saying “you’re a failure” “You’re a loser” it just kept repeating and repeating,it just didn't stop I was

The game was already over and the only thing our team was shooting for now was personal stats. I knew this but personally I never wanted me or any of my teammates to lose hope. Although unlikely to comeback, anything is possible. We just kept playing, hoping to break something loose and steal the momentum from the other team. I have only touched the ball a handful of times, due to poor weather conditions, when Stanley finally calls my name from the pressbox. I was calm and ready to boost my stats and I felt as if I had nothing to lose. Already lost the game and we already missed our chance in the playoffs, so why not shoot for personal goals? This mindset was wrong, but it was the mindset many had at this point.

The pain hurts so bad, like a sharp pain down my leg every time I try to run. It's hard, running is my passion and I can't even do that! Even walking is hard, a numb pain just there waiting to become stronger. So that pain in my leg while I try to walk to class and think of what the word cephalopod means for my lovely biology test to keep my mind off my leg. Then, of, course stupid Tristan O'Brien had to slam into me and knock my lovely organized notes all over the floor.