The Day I Deserve To Take The Test (DMV)

A time that I experienced failure was when i failed my Algebra II class for first semester. My biggest error was that I didn’t retake my quizzes that i failed when i had the chance too. The first 3 months i didnt really tried, I would tell myself that I had a lot of time for the semester to end. However, i regretted it when i found out that i only had a few weeks for the semester to end. I stressed out the last weeks, I couldn’t go to sleep in the night. I would keep thinking of my grade and how i was going to fail the class. I knew that colleges were gonna see my grades for this year, my junior year. I really want to go to college, I want to make my parents proud. The last weeks, i did everything that i could. I did all the missing homework, and I tried to

After I got my permits my mom and dad started to let me drive the car more and take them places when they aren’t feeling like driving. When I got my license they began to send me to places alone to go get stuff for them that they needed. The first place they sent me was to Bogalusa to go meet up with my sister at her job at citi trends. I knew where and how to get to Bogalusa because I been there so many times, but the only thing I couldn’t remember sometimes is where my sister job was at. So every time I was to make it to Bogalusa I would call my mom or my sister to give me directions. The next day the whole family wanted to go out to eat somewhere at a restaurants to celebrate me for passing my driver’s license test, but the only thing about was that I had to drive the whole time and it was supposed to be a surprised for me. I had to drive all the way to Hattiesburg to some restaurant I never been to before. The food there was good and I had really enjoyed myself. That was one of the best things to happen to me in my life. All I got to say about driving is that it was the best of the best thing to ever happen to

As I look back on my prepubescent years, I remember failing a difficult math test in the fourth grade. I was extremely disheartened. It was one of the hardest tests of the year, but I was determined to pass with flying colors. I had put my utmost effort into solving each of the problems, and I had even studied for days in advance.

Failure is something I have to accept. I have failed a lot in the past, and I have allowed those failures to effect me in the present. As a young boy in grade school, I would always work hard to obtain good grades. After my first semester

Almost all parents want their children to fail to help their children see that their parent’s don’t want them to fail. Middle school teacher, Matthew Benoit, once claimed, “Year after year, my "best" students—the ones who are happiest and successful in their lives—are the students who were allowed to fail, held responsible for missteps, and challenged to be the best people they could be in the face of their mistakes” (“qtd. in Lahey”). I have a friend named John Kim who once failed a class and used the experience to better himself. When he was in high school, he has failed his pre-calculus class. His parents understand it is okay to fail a class and told him that “everybody did make the mistake in order for success.” He felt that he made his parents disappointed at him. He realizes failure is good for first time experience, and he tried to push himself a little bit farther. He would sacrifice his time by going to school from 7:30 am to 5:30 pm. After a few months, he was attending a club was for ACT and SAT. The ACT is an achievement test, measuring what a student has learned in school; the SAT is more of an aptitude test, testing reasoning and verbal abilities. He works so hard in school, and he learned a lot of new things. The club was offered Monday through Friday from 9 am to 3 pm. He learned a lot of tricks and new ways to get a better score

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

I ended up failing but I wasn’t to upset since the whole school district ended up failing it was like going to school again. I went to summer school and passed the writing test. Sophomore and junior year were the hardest for me with the writing test. Sophomore year I did not pass my writing and reading, I ended up going to summer school again, and I still did not pass. After not passing the second time my junior year started. The school offered tutoring afterschool and I would have pullouts during my class. Pullouts is where you would be pulled out of a non-essential class for tutoring during school. After I spent all that time studying and practicing I still didn’t pass. I just didn’t understand what was wrong with me, I felt dumb and worthless. Each time I take a test I would pray to god, to help me through it a give me strength. But I felt as though he wasn’t listening to me, I was so ashamed of myself. I know I was at my worst when I was thinking about dropping out of high school. I felt like I failed everyone my mother, father and most of all myself. I had one last time to pass the test before my senior year. At this point, I was over the test I had no courage left in me to fail again But, I had no

My first failure discouraged me to the point where, I felt like I would never reach an advanced math level again. The lack of self-confidence that resulted from my sub-par math scores soon began to negatively affect some of my other classes. I quickly realized that the trend had to stop. I worked diligently to achieve what, at the time, seemed unattainable. My change in the outlook of my repeated failures helped me to finally succeed. Throughout the course of the last two years, I have grown more self-aware in my study habits. I push myself even harder when I think I have done the best I can.

Everyone can fail on something, it does not matter what is it, or how that happen, we have to learn from that experience. To begin, my grandpa died, and my two brothers died. My grandpa died of diabetes and cancer, and we never knew why my brothers died. In addition, that hurt me so much, and I started failing on everything. When I came to United States, it was hard for me to face that situation because it affected me mentally and academically. I fell into depression, that I did not wanted to listen anybody. It was really bad because when my mom told me that I was going to have a brother or sister I got so excited and when I knew that he died it was the worst news that I got in that moment. And the same thing happened with my second brother.

Have you ever failed and ended up being proud of it? Normally people hate it when they fail, but a specific failure of mine ended up being a blessing in disguise. My sophomore year in high school, I walked into an assembly. The officers started the assembly but I was amazed when I watched the Falcettes perform. They were amazing and I wanted to be a part of it! I then thought to myself, if I want high school to be great, then that is what I need to do, and right then I decided I was going to be a Falcette, no matter how hard I had to work I would achieve this goal!

I experienced failure just recently in the last semester, as my cumulative GPA at the time was not up to my current standards. I started the semester strong but fell off over time. It affected my stress level and how I looked at school at the time. It just didn’t make me feel adequate at the time and lessened my mood during then.

Failure can feel devastating when you are living through the experience. I felt this way during one of the greatest failures in my life, failing to qualify for State History Day in my junior year of high school. This was my third History Day competition and I had previously qualified for State. While I entered the event with confidence from previous competitions and a final product that I thought was close to perfect, experiencing failure this time taught me how to strive for the best that I can be, persevere through tough times, and that sometimes your best isn't always the best.

I opened the doors and walked into the building where a young, peppy lady sat at the wooden desk in front of me and excitedly greeted me saying, “Hi! Can I have your name please?” It was the day of my driving test and my nerves are getting to me more than ever before. The words “Andrew Tenore,” came out in a sputtery mess. “Thank you, take a seat. Goodluck!” she called. There was a couple other people waiting with me, all with the same blank, distressed face as myself. As I sat there, for what felt like forever, I began to have thoughts about how this test could go.

I’m driving down Route 4 west and I see a black BMW M3, my favorite kind of car, fly past me while I'm doing 60mph. I finally reach the Forest Ave. exit. I see my buddy Max one car ahead of me so I changed lanes and pulled next to him to say “ hi Max.” he responded with “ look I got my license!” Max followed me into the dunkin parking lot so

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.