Personal Narrative: You Re A Failure?

I woke up groggy and confused Thursday night. I couldn't tell where I was, all I could see were the bright lights. The first thing I felt was an intense pain shooting all over my body, all I wanted to do was move. I thrashed around in, bed kicking my legs, trying to

A time I failed in my life to achieve a goal was when I was cut from the basketball team my freshmen year. I had failed to even make the roster due to me not giving 110% effort I was cut, never in my life up until that point had I experienced that terrible feeling I had inside of me of failure. For awhile that feel stuck with me that i never made the team that I wasnt good enuff. But then my friend inspired me to try other sports and that helped me get over it real quick then after I started spring football my freshman year I did so well I was a starter that year as a defensive tackle. The I reacted personally is I took as something to make me better at football next year, I trained harder, I never let any tell me that I wasnt good enuff I always strived for the zenith never giving nothing but the optimum in any thing I did. What I took out of this experience was nothing but good things it taught me hard work, perseverance, and grit it gave me the motivation of never letting anyone or anything tell what and what i can't do because if someone doubted me in doing anything I loved to prove them wrong by training hard to get faster stronger and better at whatever they think I can't.

I never really stop and think about how lucky I really am. Though, maybe once and awhile I do. It took me awhile to realise how much more I have than other people, since when I was young this concept was too much for me to grasp. I get to go to school everyday, live in a good house, and I have enough food to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I usually take this all for granted too, since I always complain about going to school, and sometimes complain about what I am having for dinner. This problem applies to many other people too, and probably everyone in some shape and form. There are many people that have very little, and a lot of the people who have more take it for granted.

Whether taking test, or practicing for a game, there is always the pressure of utter failure. That failure can either make you choke, and get the better of you or encourage you to try again, and try harder. I recall a time when I was in the third grade, and I felt defeated. There was this program called Awana where you memorize bible verses, and play games. Within the program they had there own competition for kids that can memorize questions, and answers,

Sadly, once the Christmas tree had been put away and the New Year's Eve confetti had been swept up, I could find no excuse not to tackle my most pressing post-holiday need - losing some weight. Most adults put on at least a little weight over the holidays, and crowded fitness center parking lots every January attest to the fact that a good many want to then shed that weight, at least until New Year's resolutions are forgotten. I decided to see if I could combine my weight-loss goals with my interest in technology. I found a free app for my Android phone called Lose it!, and suddenly the dreary chore of losing weight became a bit more interesting. Lose it! is available for both Android phones and the iPhone. The app works well on my Droid

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

Every student has been taught and understands how to succeed. Over many years of schooling it is ingrained into our minds that if we don’t succeed then we fail. This mentality has prevented many people from learning from their mistakes; however, if students learn to see their mistakes not as a failure but as a lesson to learn from, we could all become ameliorated people.

I woke up with beeps. My eyes opened but I could not see. My hands moved but I could not feel. My mouth was dry but I could not swallow. This all changed once I felt a sharp chill run through my spine. I jerk up, breathing heavily. I could see out of one eye, the other was foggy.

“Oh, they’re just a few tics, just calm down and they’ll go away,” my father exclaimed as I blinked rapidly and jerked my head twice toward my right shoulder. At the tender-age of four, I was constantly struggling to control myself. I recall standing by the wooden-child’s table, when all-of-a-sudden, I felt the overwhelming urge to lift my small, royal-blue cup and replace it in the same-precise-place three times. I spent upwards of five minutes repeating these steps: up-and-down, up...and-down (wrong-try-again). The longer I took the more infuriated I became. Soon, the process became a vicious cycle of failure.

She was running, running really fast she couldn't stop herself. Fear started to over take her as she drew closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, she tried and tried to stop her legs from moving  but nothing worked instead she gained more speed. Closer and closer to the edge of the cliff  she came, she closed her eyes as she felt her self jump and start to fall. Her back was then engulfed with pain as great big wings grew form her back. The pain only lasted a couple of seconds, as she slowly opened her eyes, instead of falling she started flying. The wings seemed to sparkle and glow in the starry sky, she flew up and down testing the limits of the new and wonderful feeling of the wings attached to her back. A bright flash of light came

Most recently, I have been working on correcting my behavior (anger), and I am very proud of myself. I hope and pray that I continue to maintain improvement. Although, this whole process has been very challenging and nerve wrecking. I have been putting in all efforts into modifying this behavior. To tell the truth, sometimes I be torn in-between I know I can complete the task at hand or the h*$% with it and keep things the same. That being the case, I feel like I have come too far to go back to old behaviors. More importantly, over the past six weeks I’ve learned that it’s a must I break out of old mind sets, all together. I can honestly say for me to be half way finished with this contract I am truly learning more and more about my behavior

The time I challenged a belief or idea was when my brother Ronnie passed away. I remember this day like it was yesterday, being awakened to crying, mumbled words, and screaming. This day was just so surreal and just one huge dream. It was about three o’clock in the morning when my mom woke me up and told me the horrendous news. I could not even move, cry, or even speak at that moment. I just sat up on my bed in shock. That is when it finally hit me when I walked over to my brother’s room just to see that this news was really true. When everything was coming to reality for me I got myself together and I just went outside and sat in front of the garage and just cried my heart out. I was just asking God why him? Why my brother, he

It is the bottom of the 9th, two outs, tie game with the bases loaded. It was all up to me, one hit and the game was over. All of our hard work, grit and determination has paid off thus far but will it last us just a bit longer? The season started it out a bit rough, our first four games were painful losses, so bad our assistant coach quit. We were so terrible people never even went to our games, and after the fourth loss most parents stopped showing up. Our season was going to be one big humiliating failure.

As memories race through my head each day I realize how I have failed. Not in academics. Not within relationships or at shaping my own character. I failed at living my childhood the best I could.

We all live with our broken pieces and damaged histories. But, is there are way to look past this damage and live with a happy state of mind?