Personal Narrative: My Past Failures

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.

Entering my first year into high school my mind was juvenile I was not yet adjusted to the high school atmosphere. At the time I was still worried about the little things in school such as friends and associates. My first priority was never my work; it used to be entertainment over all. Along that came with my priorities came procrastination and that led to me delaying my assignments hoping for a teacher to give me a "second chance". Forthcoming, at the end of the second quarter my ninth grade year I received a rude awakening.

I was very ecstatic knowing track season was just around the corner, this was my opportunity to make friends since I was unaccustomed to the area.

I alternated my focus from completing my assignments to meeting new acquaintances were what really killed me in the long run. I began to pick up poor habits of talking into class, and transferring my attention from the teacher and to my electronic device. My assignments started to be turned in incomplete and that took a huge fall on my grade. Before I knew it, it was coming to the end of the second quarter and my grades nowhere close to where they needed to be for me to run

track.
In my mind it all occurred in a flash, I was very desperate to get extra credit assignments to uplift my grade. Only two teachers allowed me to make up some assignments the others decided that I did not deserve to be given this second chance. I had not met the grade point average required, it hurt my hear knowing I would not be running with peers and getting better amongst them. From that time I vowed that I would never let it happen again, I would never again put myself in that situation. Surely I kept my promise and started to make progress in my classes my teachers slowly started to compliment me on my improvement. They started to see a new student in and outside of their classrooms. My sophomore year I was running track again and I was happy again, never again would I allow such things to hinder my grades and extra-curricular activities.