Failure is something everyone experiences in their life; it can come from the most miniscule moments or the most extreme ones, but with either, it can mold a person's character: the choices are to get back up and continue to take on challenges, or stay within one’s newfound comfort zone. I, just like the rest of the developing children of the world have had my share of failures. Yet, my most notable and character developing failure was the one I experienced my freshman year. From my middle school perspective high school to be just another middle school, I had no clue that honors and AP classes were going to be as hard as they were, and I hoped they wouldn’t be. I had challenged myself by enrolling into Honors Biology, something I had seen as a challenge but nothing too difficult for someone who loved science. To me surprise, I …show more content…
Historically I was a student who strived for A’s, and for the most part achieved that goal. This recurring theme really tore away every shred of academic confidence I had, it destroyed my love for science and my academic confidence. Not only was my self integrity ripped away from me but so was my academic, my GPA after this class was destroyed, I recall it being slightly above a 2.3 at the end of my freshman year.
After my freshman year I had to push myself a lot harder than I ever thought I would have to in high school. Even though I had been discouraged academically I knew I would have to push hard and keep enrolling into AP and honors classes to raise my GPA. Yet, other things in my life were developing and coming at me which would cause me to push harder and realize what I needed to do to succeed to break away from the habits of my family. My direct family is a group of the smartest and hardest working individuals I know, my parents both
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
My mom and dad pushed me to be the best I can. While that did make my life a lot harder and kept me awake at night. Thanks to them my GPA is what it is. My grandfather recently retired after 30 plus years as a surveyor. One piece of advice he gave me was: work hard, even if you hate your job or you hate your co-workers.
Attending Early College High School has changed the way I feel about education because now I prioritize my academics. I don’t let any barriers in my life interfere with my academics. At ECHS, I have not faced many difficulties, but one difficult challenge was when I got a terrible grade in my AP Biology class. I was devastated to see that on my progress report card I had a D+. I had never had such a low grade in any class. Many thoughts were running in my head, including the thought that I was never going to make it into college because of that grade. I tried extremely hard to raise my grade, but I could not focus on school because my grandfather had just passed away and my family was facing a very difficult time. Memories came flashing in
Academics has always been an important part of my life. Ever since I was a young child my parents have pushed me to lead good life academically. All throughout grade school I have had decent grades (generally speaking in the nineties or above), and I owe this, at least partly, to my parent's determination to give me the best possible education. I also owe this to my will to be at the top of my academic game. This was naturally quite easy for me up until my senior year of high school. When my senior year came around, there was a lot of pressure on me to make a lot of life changing decisions. When all of this was put on me, the last thing that i wanted to do was change the way i was living. I loved the way my life was, and going away from home to college wasn't something that i felt i was ready to do. Because of this i decided to enroll in Genesee Community College, which is about five minutes away from my house.
I never once in my life sat down with myself and really thought about what my parents had to go through and all the sacrifices they had to make in order to ensure that I have a better life and a brighter future. Thinking back now, the frustration I feel eats away at me constantly that I was not more thankful and did not do more to help. This is most definitely a lesson that is learned better late than never. Going forward now I have three main focuses for when I enter college, the first is undoubtedly God and my spiritual life, which forced me to have this revelation. The second focus has to be my family, which I appreciate and value more than ever now. The final focus I have, but certainly not the least, is to be successful in my endeavors throughout college. Seeing how much my parents cared for me by seeing them work as hard as they could just so my siblings and I could live a better life gives me all the motivation in the world to work as hard as I can to not only give back to them, but for my future children to live an even better life than I
Some may ask why is life hard. Life is an amazing thing and we shouldn’t take the greatness of it for granted. Today you are going to hear a story about a young teenagers life that has been hiding stuff for his family. This young boy in the story makes it through the struggle he is going through. This is something we all have to do keep our head up and keep going no matter what.
Failure is what I felt as soon as I dropped a four-rotation toss on sabre. Failure is what I sensed when my instructor told me to pick up a flag when everyone else had a sabre within their grip. Failure is what stared back at me every time I looked in the mirror.
For a portion of my life, I have tried to be someone I was not. In middle school especially, in order to gain popularity and fit in with people I thought would make me more popular, I was untrue to myself. I pretended to be a certain way and be interested in certain things that I didn’t even have much real interest in, and ultimately, I was not happy. Looking back, my three years of middle school were probably some of the worst years of my life. This was all because I wasn’t acting as myself, but instead as someone I thought would make other people happier. I believe that you need to be your true self in order to fulfill a happy life. There’s a borderline corny but powerful quote from Dr. Seuss that states: “Be
Uprooting continuously has taken its toll on my life, but I have also acquired of feeling of academic invincibility by attending numerous schools. However, my junior year at Prattville High School had a few tricks up its sleeve. The counselor forewarned me my schedule would be rigorous, but my confidence overshadowed the caution. Little did I know taking one class would mature my character, develop my independence, and redefine my learning techniques. As a new student, I registered for a handful of Advanced Placement courses, but was advised to avoid one: AP Calculus.
No one likes to experience failure, but it is something everyone experiences, and only some people can beat. There are little failures like when you get a bad grade on a test you studied for, and their are big failures like when you miss a game winning shot with .2 seconds left, no matter how big the failure you have to react to them the same way, by getting back up and keep going. I have experienced a lot of failures in my seventeen years on this earth, and I will probably experience a lot more in my life, but those failures taught me about what kind of person I am, the kind of person who doesn’t give up, the kind of person who perseveres through failure to achieve the success waiting at the end of the road. One of my more recent failures taught me about not giving up and pushing myself to do the best I can, even when it seems impossible. Basketball is one of the most important things in my life, and Coppell High School is known for having a not-so-great girls basketball team.
Although my family isn't really close to each other, my support system is still very strong everyone in my family wants to see me doing good instead doing poorly. They always encourage me to do good in school and have good grades, or they motivate to be successful in life. I actually feel like my family is my real support system to my future goals, yes I have friends and teachers that care about me as well, but i feel that is mandatory to make my family more happier no matter what. As I look back to my older family members I can remember some of them telling me that they didn’t make it to 12th grade or like my mom, she dropped out of school in 11th grade because she was having me, but she went back for her GED. She stated to me that she wouldn't ever want me to drop out, or even get a GED and that she would rather me graduate with my classmates and walk across the stage.
My grades plummeted lower than ever. The guise that I disregarded school crushed me. I had all my self-worth into what I thought was unchangeable: my grades and mental health. Though it felt like things had spiraled downwards, part of me believed there was hope. This prompted me to begin putting effort into my work like previously. There was a time when frustration prevented my learning. I remember a moment in the fourth grade where I had been brought to tears because I could not grasp long division. But I learned, eventually. It took time and perseverance, but I finally understood. Academically, this accomplishment is insignificant now, but it proves something about my character. That even in a seeming defeat, determination persists. Instead of striving for grades, my goals were improving
To experience failure is to become stronger, wiser, and more aware of future complications. There have been many times when I’ve failed and have had to grow and gain newfound knowledge to surpass my experiences. The very start of junior year in highschool comes with high expectations from all angles. This is the year that standardized test scores determine your future, transcripts will be sent to admissions offices of colleges, teachers ruthlessly pile on homework, and parents still expect you to maintain the “perfect child” image. To start off my eleventh grade year, my schedule had been stuffed with honors and AP level courses, I had taken up a part time job, and had been promoted to co-captain of my school cheer team.
At first, failure was none of my business: I did not really care how high or low my grades were. But when I suddenly experienced what failure was like, I did not like it one bit. In fact, a fear started to grow within me. It was like a hideous, chupacabra-like alien had landed on my territory and I felt I had to do everything to get rid of it. I studied mathematics very hard: harder than I ever had before. I studied how to divide 9 by 3 and 8 by 4, even if I so despised numbers to my very core. I did not like them because they made things abstract to me. Things which I knew became unknown w...
A recent failure that has changed how I go about my daily life is one that many college freshman experience in their first year. In high school I was a very good student, but I did not have to put in a lot of effort to get the grades that I wanted. I would joke with my friends and say that high school taught me how to put in the least amount of effort, and still get the maximum result. All of my teachers told me, as they did every student, that college was going to be different and if you do not put in more effort it would be very difficult. I knew this coming into school, but I am not sure if part of me wanted to prove people wrong, or if I actually was just adjusting to college life. I did not study as much as I should of, and as a result my grades suffered. Luckily I did not completely ruin my grade point average, but since first semester I have completely changed my study habits. This has taught a much needed lesson about hard work, and I am determined to never again fail at my studies. I am the kind of person that learns a lot from failures. My dad has always told me it is ok to make a mistake, but never make the same mistake twice. This I a motto that I live by.