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
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
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.
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 ...
The abysmal completion rate I’ve begun this year with is the result of my failed year of college in 2001. To be short, I earned eight F grades in two semesters. I was obviously not prepared enough to succeed 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!
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.
Failing applies to me when I don’t what In am so post to do. When I fail it hurts me and it doesn’t help. Failing is the worst that can happened to me. I was the person last year to fail the math test. When I failed the math test I was sad, but I had to influence myself to do better. Throught trial and error I tried to seced. When a failure happened I was at home and I was trying to play a video game and a failure happened. The failure was when my video game character was trying to jump over a wall and she fell. I was so mad ,but I tried again and it didn’t work.
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
I felt like a failure who got ‘left behind’ and my world seemed to be put on pause. I have seen my friend's social media posts about attending their dream universities and living their freshman life in school. I didn't have that feeling of being ‘left behind’ since 4th grade and going through that again felt ten times worse because I was an adult and didn't have another chance. I was feeling like this for months, wallowing in self-pity and sadness. I had no idea what to do, so I just signed up to take classes at a community college.
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...
My goal is to go to college and then have a career. It 's a goal that probably a lot of people have,
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.
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.
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