Acquiring a C in any class, no matter how easy or hard it is, would probably be my biggest failure. My junior year I decided to challenge myself in taking six AP classes and two dual credit classes; I ended up taking Calculus AB, which I greatly feared due to the fact that I wasn’t the best at math and tended to struggle with simple concepts. It was the third six weeks and my most dreaded nightmare came true, report cards came and I received a seventy nine in Calculus AB. I felt very disappointed in myself because I was a student who’s report card would consist of mostly A’s with perhaps the exception of one or two high B’s.
However, my disappointment made me acknowledge that I had the potential to excel in my math class if I pushed myself
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.
My first college English class was ENC 1101 at the State College of Florida. In this course, I learned a vast amount of information about writing, reading, and grammar. When I first walked into ENC 1101 in August, I expected the class to be like any other English class in High School; with rushed busy work and a lot of useless tests and quizzes. However, throughout each week of the semester, Professor Knutsen’s class made me beg to differ. This class was not like any other high school English class. In this class I actually learned important information and did not do work just to complete it. This class had a few assignments here and there, enough to maintain, in order to learn proper information. I learned a lot in this class because I was not rushed to
I consider myself to be a hard worker when I study and work, who honestly loves school. My favorite classes of 8th grade are honors geometry AB, Investigation and Science & IED. I love these classes because when I solve problems experiment it feels like it's a big puzzle that is in need to be put together and I'm a person who likes to figure things out. I believe that my interactions in these classes are to be a cooperative learner and I participate in the class or group discussions. A description of myself when I work is that I am a very fast learner, so when it comes to doing independent project or tests, I finish very fast so I have a really large amount of time to check over and fix simple mistakes. Although, when I am working with my peer
All of my classes in high school I passed with no struggle. I would cram all the knowledge that I needed for a test the night before, so I thought college would not be any different. A week or two before my first ever college exam the professor announced that if we had not already been study, then we should start to right away. Being a young naive freshmen, I kind of blew the teacher off. Telling myself that I did not need to waste the next few weeks studying for one exam. So I waited until the last day to study. You might have an idea of what happened next. I failed the exam. Failing so bad that it would be nearly impossible for me to still get a C in the course. I could not even look at myself. The thought of disappointing my parents was making my stomach turn. This fear of failing the class was tearing me apart. The only chance at passing this class was if I turned myself into the perfect student. This meant turning things in on time, studying days in advance for exams, and going to my professor’s office hours. And that is exactly what I did. By some seriously hard work, long nights, and over a hundred red bulls, I was able to achieve a passing grade with a
When I think about my past experiences of when I failed many scenarios come to mind. Us as humans beings are bound to fail at one point in life but its how you learn from them that makes it a fundamental. I came to a realization that all my past failures have played a huge role in my life, all of which have been either a lesson or an eye opener. The most vital scenario is when I failed to make the grade point average (GPA) required by my school to run track my first year entering high school. This event played a major role in my high school life.
I still remember my second grade classroom. Not perfectly, but just enough that I can tell you about it. There was something that happened that was horrible, but lucky we figured it out before the real thing hit. You're about to find out what happened.
During my eighth grade year, I thought I was failing math and that I was learning nothing from it. Everyone was good at one particular subject in math and I was the worst at it. Then there was one subject I happened to be particularly good at and most other people had struggled with. I failed most of the tests and I had a chance to retake them. Math was the only class I was making a “B” in. When it came time to take the math EOG, I expected failure. Instead, I made a four on the
Today is the day. It is the day I begin my Senior AP English class. I have been in a mix of sweat, tears, and adrenaline the build up to this day for more than nine months, since I’ve registered. I’ve never been an AP student, and still don’t feel quite like one. AP, it stands for ‘advanced placement’, though I’ve never felt exactly advanced in anything. Maybe as ‘advanced’ as the first person who discovered a feeble and lazy mule can be born between a male donkey and a female horse, but only to find it’s sympathetic uselessness in not being able to reproduce.
This deep dive into self-knowledge occurred when I received my first progress report for second semester Ninth Grade Algebra. To say that I was put into a space of shock and awe is an understatement; I was outraged. I was completing all my assignments and turning in homework, but my poor test grades were obliterating my grade.
Resilience is something that I had learned through my hardship in senior year. It was something that was discovered during my most stressful time and saved me from further making myself sick and poisoning my own brain with thoughts of doubt.
My freshman seminar class hitherto has been good. In this class I have been learning about various topics. These topics fall into helping us for high school and preparing us for the future. These topics was important and necessary because they helped us to avoid from not being successful. One of the topics we have recently accomplished was budgeting.
Life if like a roller coaster, there will be bad times and good times. There will be times where you fail and times when you succeed. In the grand scheme of things, most failures will not make a significant negative impact on the future. One bad grade will not completely ruin your future. Learn from these mistakes and strive to improve. Refrain from stressing over the little mistakes.
There’s a knocking on the door, followed by a deep moan. A mangled hand breaks through the glass and opens the door from the outside. My classmates and I stand to our feet. The apocalypse has started! I grab a group of my five closest friends from the class; we’ve been preparing for this moment ever since we were freshmen. My friends and I grab our essential technology and run to the classroom window. As zombies begin to run into the classroom and grab my classmates, we break and jump out of the window and grab our cars before speeding out of the parking lot. Everyone rushes to their respective homes to pick up their families before meeting at my house, thirty miles from school, which has room for everyone to be comfortable. My friends all
I added instead of multiplying. I got a grade of 74 in math, so I missed my shot at becoming one of the Top Ten. I finished 14th in my 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.
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.