I remember that day, it was one of the worst days in my life after knowing that I failed the regent, and I could not graduate; I remember my English 12 teacher hugging me in front of the principle office telling me that she know it is not my fault.
I have always been afraid of failure more than anything else. I used to believe that people never get up after a failure, thus they never see hope in live again. However, all these ideas had changed after I came to United States, and after I experienced failure for the first time. I have been through a lot of things the last four years, that I believed had changed me in many different ways.
I am originally from Egypt. Five years ago, I was in high school, my only goal during this time was to make my parents proud. I never thought of what do I really want; my dad wants me to be Civil Engineering, so I make it my goal just to make him happy, even
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I passed the Algebra, and failed in both US History and English. It was the first time in my life to experience failing in something, and it was the worst feeling ever; during this time, I felt like I’m less than everybody, my language was not good, I was not able to make any friends, and I failed in two important regents while many others passed. In my senior year, I had to re-take the regents again in January. This time, I passed US History and failed in the English again. Well, I didn’t felt that bad, I was happy about passing the US History, and I said to myself that I still have a chance in June before the graduation. But things did not turn out the way I want; even though I did my best, and I tried the hardest I could, I failed the regents again, but this time, they did not allow me to attend the graduation ceremony. I was about to give up and I asked my dad if I can go back to Egypt. Both my mom and dad didn’t allow me to go back, they acknowledged how hard I have worked, and believed in me more than
My father had fallen ill and was in the hospital for 2 weeks. Coming from a Latino family, I knew it was serious. Men don't go to the doctor unless they really feel like they're on their death bed. And this was my father's turn. But, he is not to blame for my failures because every night that he would call me, his first two questions were always "How was your day?" followed by "Did you do all your homework mija?" As always I told him yes when I really hadn't even opened my backpack. 2.32. The number that signified my first real academic failure. I blamed everyone and anything except for the real culprit. Finally, I realized that this was true all my own fault. If my father had died, I would've had to see him on his death bed knowing I got a 2.32. Yes, I know a 2.32 isn't failing, but the look of disappointment I got from him shattered my world. He told me I shouldn't let things get in my way, school is all I have going for me in my life. He was right. Although he still struggled with his health, I made it my #1 goal to never fall below a 3.0 GPA. I realize that my life doesn't revolve around a number, but it pained me to disappoint my
These goals have been in part influenced by my childhood and Hispanic Heritage. Had it not been for the vast efforts of my parents I may have never had the chance to receive a quality education or even vision post-secondary options. When I was two years old my father was in an accident, he had fell two stories at work. This accident left my dad in a coma for 17 days and in a vegetative state. I was little at ...
By the time I was a senior I began concentrating more on my studies, and less on other things. Once I started applying myself, my grades improved, and so did my attitude about my education. Senior year flew by before I knew it, and I still had to take my SAT's. I was sick with bronchitis, but had to take them because it was the last available date. I struggled through them, knowing that if I had only not waited until the last minute, I could have redone them when I was healthy. It was too late though, so I was stuck with a score that I was not pleased with.
I am an open person. Ask me anything and I will tell you the truth. Except one time – when I failed the driving test on my sixteenth birthday, I felt like I had to keep it secret and concealed. I could not let anyone know I had failed something – especially, something as important and public as my driving test!
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
I started off well but things got so complicated with exams. I studied for the exams but some parts I just didn’t understand. When the exam comes, I performed badly with answers I should’ve gotten but forgot many of the materials I studied the day before the exam. I did not know much about the exam format in college and that makes it hard for me to study and the lack of knowledge about the subject got me worried a lot. I didn’t ask professor for assistance or get tutored when I needed it
In highschool I had precalculus (which actually ended with limits!) and chemistry, and I considered my entrance to calculus and (advanced/secondary) chemistry in college almost guaranteed. I found out about placement tests the night before actually taking them (the best I can remember) but still felt confident after having completed them. I found out little before actually going to the academy that I would be placed back in precalculus and chemistry one. After talking with a few "authorities" I discovered there was one other test I could take. Without even looking at the C I received on the first precalculus (mostly algebra and some trig) test, I took another one. Again, I received a C and felt rather bad.
My grades in the class looked promising, I excelled at the writing and multiple choice portions of the practice tests we took during class. All seemed well until the big test came in May. My teacher told the class that we should not take the make-up test later in the month but instead take the test on the regular test day, regardless if we were sick or not. And just my luck, I was sick on testing day! Not wanting to disappoint my teacher, I took the test while completely ill. All of my studying and hard work paid off because I passed… with a 3. I was devastated. The elusive 5 was taunting me. But I did have a second chance. A time of redemption, which was the AP US History test.
My school life is a roller coaster with its ups and downs and loopty loops. During the first two of high school I was doing great and handing in my work and assignments on time, but at the end of grade 10 I failed my grade 10 math by 1 point off. Normally people look back and review what they did and didn’t do at and move forward and improve themselves, but I took the failing a class pretty hard and overthink what I did and didn’t do. Grade 11 was difficult for me and I have trouble with staying focus on my work, because I was too worry and scared of failing my classes and letting my family
Since I failed my math class, I had to retake the class again in the summer to improve my grade. It was very embarrassing for me to tell my classmates who passed the class that I failed. It was also tough on me because it was my graduation year and I wasn't supposed to graduate due to failing a class. Fortunately, my principal still allowed me to walk on the stage because he felt sorry for me and didn't want me to get embarrassed in front of many
Failed! How does that make you feel that you failed something? I bet it is not a great feeling. Students these days are failing their classes but they get passed on because they are either a athlete or their parents are important to the community. I think this is wrong on both parts. The teachers are paid to teach us students what we need to know to pass the class. We should not just pass the students on to the next class if they do not understand the information in the current class.
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...
I did not fail any of my classes and instead received good grades for my perseverance. As an immigrant to a new country, my greatest barrier is English. Consequently, I had to go to tutoring and work three times more than native English speaking students. But despite the frustrations, I never allowed myself to give up. I never stopped striving for excellence. I worked very hard and took advantage of extra credit opportunities, even though I was already earning a good grade in the course. My short-term academic goals are graduating from Cosumnes River College in Spring 2019 with an Associate of Science degree. I plan to start my bachelor degree next fall at CSU, Sacramento and graduate in spring 2022. I am motivated to succeed because my degree is not only for me but also the epitome of how far my family has
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.
My goal is to go to college and then have a career. It 's a goal that probably a lot of people have,