Failure. No one wants to talk about failure. It’s the nasty blemish people hide under excuses and funny anecdotes. Although usually seen as a hindrance, failure helps shape character and deliver wisdom from the experience it provides. While undesirable, helps build an armor and teaches its victims to fight like knights for the cause they believe in. When I was a junior in high school, I had a personal experience with failure that shaped the way I approached life and helped me mature and grow. Though it was hard, and I still am feeling the shock waves of consequences, I’m glad to be stronger and wiser through my faults. In the words of John F. Kennedy, “Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.” I dared to fail and have achieved …show more content…
In my junior year, I failed to commit the required time and effort to achieve greatly and succeed in a few of my classes, not because I was incapable, but because I lacked drive and had become despondent from my shortage of social interaction and solitude. Once a week, I went to a home-school for sciences (chemistry and physics) and was excelling and enjoying learning and laughing. Socializing once a week outside my immediate family was not enough, I began turning in my work late, lacking the incentive to submit papers punctually. At the end of every semester, I would push myself to bring my grades up, overworking and exhausting myself in three weeks what I could’ve done in nine. My ability to realize my mistakes and correct them shows my character. I am a student, life-learner, and have a strong desire to understand the world I live in and try to make it better however I am able. I devote the rightful amount of time to my studies and actively try to grasp the concepts presented to me, not just pass classes or tests. I want to reach for the stars and explore new places, both in the physical and mental realm. I am curious, passionately curious, and am proud of my ability to learn from my
Through the use of point of view, a writer’s work has the ability to change immensely. In Seymour Krim’s personalized essay, “For my Brothers and Sisters in the Failure Business,” his utilization of second person creates a special bond, solidifying a unique relationship between himself and his audience. Fresh and exciting aspects are introduced into his work that include new perspectives and the transformation of his story through the use of subjectivity. The author’s pairing of second person with other features of form is both exciting and brilliant. He shifts away from the norm of first person and chooses an appropriate level of formality for his theme of ambition. Krim uses his second person vocabulary which eliminates status while drawing
I was given a chance to study art at Harrison and I could not be any happier to officially pursue what I love. Having been shy throughout middle school, I saw high school as an opportunity for me to do a one-eighty with my life, to start with a clean slate. By pushing myself to be more open, I quickly made friends and felt like I belonged. Of course this was only the tip of the iceberg; I was not ready for the events that would ensue. Drama would brew amongst “friends” and school work gradually became more difficult. As the years progressed I began to notice a sense of competition amongst my peers and I, which sometimes led me to doubt my own abilities. It was also amidst the stress and anxiety that I discovered my biggest habit and flaw: procrastination. The procrastination cycle is ruthless; I found myself staying up late and losing to do virtually every assignment up until now, senior
My biggest accomplishment throughout high school so far has been learning how to fail. Not necessarily falling flat on my face in a viral video, but instead just barely coming up short and not being able to reach a goal, despite my best efforts. Although I was unaware of it at the time, failing my driver’s test on my first attempt would become a life altering incident.
On top of that, I learned a valuable lesson from the failure and the loss as well. From that day forth, the past experiences transformed me to be a hard-working and responsible person. Furthermore, I acknowledged that when something bad happens, it can prepare us for the future obstacles, so let always be optimistic and never give up on trying.
Lessons can be learned from the littlest of experiences. Important life lessons can be taken from not only success, but also our greatest failures. Adversity can greatly alter our perspective and provide an individual with wisdom. The first time I was faced with adversity was when I broke my tibia and fibula. I was involved in sports and this was definitely a setback, to say the least. Moments after the accident, I realized that the months of recovery I would have to toil. I realized these future and upcoming months would require patience and I would undergo great amounts of drudgery.
I have always set high goals for myself, never settling for failure. Last year, in my first year of high school, I wanted to maintain a balanced life between studies, social life and health. I challenged myself by taking the hardest classes I possibly could. I was constantly staying up until the break of dawn, and then peeling my eyes open each morning just in time to get to school. On weekends, I would spend the whole day hibernating in bed. My eyes felt sunken into my head, constantly drooping with dark raccoon circles. I was falling behind on assignments, and my brain was fried. While taking a biology
My transition to college was successful, but it was nonetheless one of the most stressful times in my life. Unlike many of my peers at Saint Louis University, my rural high school experience did not truly prepare me for the academic rigors of college. Despite extensive preparation, I performed rather poorly on the first round of exams. While I didn’t fail any particular exam, my performance was seriously lacking. I knew that getting C’s on exams would not serve me well in the pursuit of my dream of becoming a physician. I remember feeling, for the first time in my life, that I was unintelligent and incompetent. I was also heavily fatigued from the excessive hours of studying, which I felt were necessary to reconcile the problem. I managed to
I’ve pushed myself to pursue rigorous classes throughout high school. Though I didn’t make the grade I always wanted, I never lost hope and ensured that I gave my best effort and tried my hardest at all times. This hard work has paid off tremendously. I was able to complete my dyslexia curriculum by 8th grade. I was accepted into a magnet center for high school, which is one of the best in the state and is ranked well in the nation among high schools. I believe that my life, my education, my learning disability, and etc are all subject to my belief that my mindset is greater than my circumstances, and working hard paid off greatly. My situation as a dyslexic has taught me to pride myself in my ability to overcome any
Getting back where everything started, my bed. While laying down in my bed I go through my backpack and check for homework. When I’m done with my homework, I turn everything off and stare at the ceiling. In a dark and peaceful atmosphere, thinking why I can’t quit anything I had done so far. My grades are untouchable, that’s not an option. Soccer, there’s no way I played 3 years for school and quitting my last year. Lobo Prep is my only opportunity to get a higher score. A higher score, that means more universities to get accepted into and more opportunities of getting scholarships. Furthermore, the only reason I don’t want to quit my job to provide more time to my education, is because I want to prove my parents that is possible to do well in both school and work at the same time. This type of life has totally changed my life in every perspective. Now I’m a more mentally strong, mature, responsible, independent person. Sadly now, I don’t have time to spend with my family, however, I still feel the responsibility to become the first from my entire family to graduate from a university. I want to become a role model for my brother and sister, that’s one of my biggest motivations. The way that my parents treat me because of the fact that I’m able to do this routine every day. Makes me feel some type of inexplicable way that makes me keep fighting in this everyday
While looking over my transcripts, I observed that my grades for the most part either remained bad or got worse second semester. Despite how I perform in those classes I have the easiest time understanding math, and the hardest time with history. The trends in my transcript correlate to how I’ve been my entire life, I give up easily. Once the smallest thing goes wrong I give up rather than trying persevering. I choose to keep rolling down a hill because it's easier, rather than to push myself to climb it.
Failure isn’t always something you have control of or have the ability to predict. Failure seems to happen at the worst of times; however we need to accept it, because you cannot always win. My greatest failure would be tearing my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), my junior year in a lacrosse game, through no fault of my own in which my body physically failed me, but it truly changed my aspect of life in multiple ways.
It was a cold, dark morning when the phone rang. It was boisterously loud and the clock read six o'clock. The deafening noise jolted us again, and there was only one way to make it stop. Chris picked up the phone and in a tired, drowsy voice, answered, "Hello."
Everyone in life experiences failure. It can affect people positively or negatively and that all depends on how they react to the experience. If one lets their failure overcome their dreams, it will lead them in the wrong path. But if one views their failures as a motive to succeed and grow, then they are on their way to becoming successful. For me, I let my failures in life help build onto my character and define the person I am today. My childhood injury is my example as I let this moment affect the outcome of my dreams I had then.
Have you ever been beaten down by your own confidence? It is supposed to help you succeed, but instead, it once made me blinded from the fact that I am not perfect. There is always a chance of failure if I don’t try my best. In fact, I did fail getting into my dream high school.
Living up to my resolution, I joined several clubs, both in and out of school and academic and recreational. I also met some of my very best friends in high school. Achieving all of this, friends, memberships to academic clubs and good grades, made up my first successful experience in high school. I was driven by the years in middle school and the promise that I made to myself at the end of eighth grade. Throughout my under classmen years I exceled in all subjects and thoroughly enjoyed the clubs I had joined. I think my downfall for the last two years of school was that I took for granted my good grades and as my classes got more rigorous I didn’t change the way I learned the material, but continued on the same path that I had been following my entire academic career, even when my grades were slipping slightly. Halfway through my senior year, I realized I needed to change the way I was learning the curriculum my instructors were teaching. I’ve always been the type of student to take good notes or listen to a lecture and understand everything the first time around, as was the case in elementary school and middle school. But my more rigorous classes proved to be a challenge for me and I did not know the proper way of learning the material on my own. I started by asking more questions in class and then going to my friends for help on subjects I didn’t understand. After many questions and after school tutor