Personal Narrative: What I Can Learn From Mistakes

Throughout my writing this semester, I know where I struggle with writing and I have learned many skills to improve my writing . Also it will be all about all the activities we have done and how they have helped me with my writing.

Today, I still deeply regret the actions that have led to my arrest. However, I have learned

I am a passionate individual, who is self-motivated and displays integrity. Past experiences lead me to stray from the powerful words that define me. As, time elapsed I began to become more comfortable with myself. I learned how to encounter failures and excerpt what I learned from them.  In my story I shall share my tale of a time when I learned from failure.

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.

Major Lost Today, most people get judged for the mistake they make. No matter how big or small the mistake is. Mistakes are made so we can learn from them and grow. Mistakes allow us to not only learn, but to grow stronger and become a better person. President Reagan said that "mistakes were made". Everyone makes mistakes and it happens everyday they may not be a big deal but it still happened. For some however, mistakes are good because they learn what not to do again. I have learned from many mistakes and have become better because of it. A mistake I have made, learned from and accepted responsibility for is, losing my favorite Victoria Secret bra.

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,

Anyone could have heard me; anyone could have saved me. But, no one bothered to really stop and listen for me. Could I have been louder? Do you think if I had raised a ruckus, anyone would have helped me? Everyone has their own opinions on what I should have done differently. Frightened and alone, I had no way of making myself known. Giving the exception of my discovery, of course. “Help” had finally saved me from the sewer. I had been trapped there for so long and had become so sick and weak. Just before I came down here, I was loving. Kindhearted, caring, and ever so cute. Love was something I was never short of. Most people would have appreciated that. Not everyone though. Of everyone who could have taken the utmost care of me, I ended up

Starting From Scratch My dad was born on April 23rd and that date always brings fond memories. When April comes I always find myself thinking first of him and then my mom who was born at the end of May. I sure miss them both. As the years roll on and I think back it really boggles my mind to think that my parents had to leave everything behind when they fled their homeland Latvia during WWII. They started up a new life in New York City as most likely none of you have ever had to do literally from scratch. They had no furniture, no belonging only the things they had with them from the DP or Displaced Persons Camp in Germany.

As a maturing student, I have come to realize there are things that can not be taught to you. Sometimes the lessons can only be grasped if they are self discovered. No matter how basic the lesson may seem, after you learn it, it is something that is bound to change your perception looking forward. For me, that now obvious lesson is however much effort I put into something, I am bound to see equivalent results.

“The past is where you learned the lesson.” Mistakes happen to everyone. Some change you for better or for worse, but all mistakes give you a lesson. These lessons help you form your identity and how you are viewed by others. With this you can either succeed or fail. One

I said sorry. For the time I hit my sister. For the time I spilled food on the floor. For the times I was right. For the times I was wrong. For the times I made mistakes. I meant it when I said those three words, “I am sorry.” Because they represented much more. They represented the guilt and regret that I was feeling. And I was forgiven. For the time I left a bruise on my sister. For the time I made a mess. For the times I was right. For the times I was wrong. For the times I made a mistake on accident or on purpose. But saying sorry didn’t make the bruises go away. The words didn’t pick up the mess. They didn’t take back the accusations that were right or wrong. But I was still forgiven, even after I repeatedly made the same mistakes.

Throughout the incident, I sincerely did not consider the consequences in my actions. I felt that I was justified in my actions because of my situation. It was only after I was caught that I realized that how I addressed my issue what incorrect. I recognized that if I ever come across an incident like this one or related, I would look back on this experience and clearly access the outcomes before making a decision. Going through this entire process has given me some insight on how I address my personal issues. It has given me a sense of empathy on how my actions do not only myself, but also others. Looking back, I am glad I was so honest when I was caught after the incident. I’m happy that I was

Then the day came that I stood before the judge, as he sentenced me to 60-days in the county jail. I had just kissed my kid’s goodbye outside, as I didn’t want them to see me handcuffed and taken away. Watching their eyes fill up with confusion and sadness, broke every part of my heart that remained. Explaining to them that I did something bad and needed to be punished, was something I felt ashamed of. Especially that I would be absent from their lives, was by far my greatest struggle. I just knew that I had to rise from this and come back stronger than the person I was

Growing up in a home with divorced parents began my real-life experience as it related to the areas of law and criminal justice. My parent’s divorce was a very long process due to a contentious custody battle. It was very eye opening as to the relation between the law and these types of legal proceedings. The divorce lead to my parents living in separate homes; essentially causing us children to be essentially split between two people we loved. My parents were with very malicious people both abusive in their own ways. My father began a relationship with a woman who was verbally abusive. My mother began a relationship with an alcoholic who was physically abusive. He was also abusive in other ways, but my family never knew about that part. With both relationships, there were many times law enforcement was called. These law enforcement individuals were the ones that showed me as a young, innocent child that police officers did not merely hand out speeding tickets, but they were there to protect those who could not protect themselves. Every time the police were called they always asked if I was okay or if I was scared. One of the times I gathered the courage and told them how frightened I was. This lead to them taking my mother’s boyfriend to jail. The abuse I was subjected to by my mother’s boyfriend as a child is what lead me towards a goal of working in law to help those who may be in the same position I was as a child. I never shared the additional abuse I encountered as a

This whole experience has taught me a few things about myself, my future, and my past actions. First and foremost this experience has scarred me in a way that I believe has had positive impact on my life. For example, the other day I heard a knock at my door. It happened to be a friend stopping by to give me something he borrowed from my roommate. But the knock struck me still. It caught me off guard and made my stomach jump because it sounded exactly like the knock I had received that dreadful night. I stood there reflecting for a moment before opening the door, thinking about my wrongs. Again that moment is now stuck with me as a constant reminder of my stupidity and recklessness. Whenever I see Gainesville police riding around campus I am reminded of being at the hood of the car with my fingerprints being taken. Frankly, this moment has been a giant wake up call. I have chosen to answer by realigning my priorities and goals to be consistent with my success. No one in life will come along to further yourself unless you take initiative and this experience has lead me to take initiative. Being constantly reminded of my mistake I am only make more determined, more headstrong, and more steadfast in my school endeavours and my future.