Everyone fails at some point in their life. I failed when I was in the tenth grade, in spite of the fact that most kids fail or fall off in ninth grade I did not, as a matter of fact, I did my work stupendously in ninth grade but when I transitioned to the tenth I stopped caring. Throughout my life previously I had been a great student getting good grades and I was regardful of all the rules that I had been given, but I never got any recognition or praise for it. I was cooperative to it up until the end of ninth grade, once again I had gotten more than satisfactory grades, but all I was told was that I could do better. After that point I stopped caring about everything due to that fact that I felt unappreciated; I stopped doing homework, studying, and overall caring about school. …show more content…
My teachers, who knew me and knew that I could do better, were concerned about me, but I wasn’t concerned about anything but , what I then saw as my road to acceptance , and a rebellion. After my second quarter report card came I realized that I couldn’t keep sabotaging myself to prove what I now saw as a ridiculous point, though my grades weren’t necessarily bad, I knew that I could have done way better had I tried; I was a smart, determined, self-oriented girl and anyone who couldn’t see that was missing out on someone amazing so I did what I had to do. I did all make-up work that the teachers allowed me to and resumed doing homework and studying, and by the end of that school year my grades were up to par
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
At one point I came to the conclusion that I’m either going to fail, go to summer school, or go to a school that I didn't want to attend. I felt so disappointed in myself because I knew that I could've done better. So then one day I told myself, “I can do this”. I then started to study more than I usually did, I turned in all of my missing work and my present work, and I also took an after school tutoring class
Everyone strives to be the greatest, especially teenagers in school, failing can be upsetting when it comes to failing a class or grade. Failure in school can have a huge impact on a student's future. When students aim for a goal it's either accurate or precise depending on their mindset.
Growing up, you face and deal with failure all the time. It is not the fact that you failed that matters, it is the fact of how you dealt with it that truly matters. Did you get back up after, did you keep pushing, did your faith waver, did you keep believing in yourself after it? These all define you more than the failure itself. People fail at things and quit because they did not get it right the first time, this says more about them than the fact that they failed.
After students graduate from high schools, they attend universities depending on majors which they select. Studying in a university is principle for students because they want to get a degree, yet unfortunately, a lot of students fail their courses. Failing a course is dissatisfying for students because it might prevent them from achieving their goals. Although failing a course might be disappointing for many students, it is a result of students’ academic unpreparedness, their excessive absences, and their personal social skills.
and I figured I should try a little harder in classes. I acted sort of better and I sort of did better on assignments but I still wasn’t pushing myself to my full potential. My grades grew slightly from sixth to seventh but still were nothing to talk
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...
As children grow, they start to change and become different people. In seventh grade I was an irresponsible student and I didn’t study at all; I had to study a lot to survive seventh and eighth grade, and I had to become a model student for my younger sibling and cousins. At the beginning of my seventh grade school year, I had a problem controlling my temper and I really didn’t care about my grades; all I did was play video games or watch television. Fortunately, I have changed to a better and brighter student whom people can look up to.
Since a young age it was embedded within me that failing could never be a option. I remember when I was in the 12th grade and I had received my first D on a test. I was literally devastated and at a lost for words. I swore my chances to get into a good school was shot and the school year didn’t even end yet.
It also caused me to lose any confidence I have within myself. I started speculating, “If you can't receive a satisfactory grade now, what makes you think you'll ever measure out to be anything.” It's as if I fell into my own little bubble where I believed everything would turn out my way. I hadn’t realize it at the time, but once I started to try to improve my grades for my second semester of sophomore year I also began to step out slowly of
Since 7th grade I've been challenging myself and my teacher that I could ace a test. Apparently in 7th grade I didn’t ace my test, but instead I got a C for me it means that I failed. I cried, I felt like I was a failure and I'll never achieve this goal, and I felt I'll never be useful or important in life if I don’t at least achieve one goal. But then,
Failure is a huge thing in life, if someone doesn't fail they never know what it truly feels like to succeed. In my life I've failed many times but I've been more successful because of every failure. A time of failure I am going to share is when I was being recruited by Vanderbilt University but my standardized test scores weren't high enough. I went on my unofficial visit to the school in April of 2015 and I remember talking to head coach, Darren Ambrose on the last day of my visit and he told me that as much as they wanted me to attend Vanderbilt, I wouldn't be able to attend unless I brought my scores up. I was crushed, I felt like I failed because my scores weren't high enough, I felt dumb.
This was a critical part in my life in which I learned the most valuable lesson. This lesson everyone in life learns at some point. I learned to never give up. When I was in the 10th grade I had a grade point average of under a 3.0. I knew I was in danger of not being able to go to the college that I have dreamt of going to since I was an adolescent.
When I was a child, I neglected to put any effort towards my grades, as I didn’t think much of my education. I would come to class, and goof around with my peers, occasionally I would pay attention when the teacher called my name, but me being the disrespectful, ignorant, brat that I was, I would shrug my shoulders and neglect to respond. My education was so bad that I stayed after for special needs English language Arts tutoring, but I didn’t mind as I saw it as more time to make acquaintances.
I knew if I wanted to redeem my past mistakes, I would have to hold myself accountable for my academic success. I made it my objective to perform well in school. It took time, but I was remembering how much I enjoyed school. Achieving high marks on the quizzes and tests provided me with the motivation to continue to study hard for the next ones. I remembered how much I valued mastering new and challenging material.