Personal Narrative: My Experience With Failure

My fourth through fifth grade I went to the same elementary school and was the best for me. It was the best because I been knowing the same people since preschool and had classes with the people I knew. But as the fourth grade came along I was separated with the people I knew in preschool and been friends ever since. I was very upset. In my fourth grade classes it was like getting to know the people that I went to preschool with and didn’t know them at all.

My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.

A time I have failed was when I was in middle school and I wanted to join the volleyball team. I went to volleyball tryouts and showed them my best at the time. I ended up not making it on the team. It made me really sad and made me feel discouraged from trying things. After some time I thought about it and realized it was a lesson to keep in mind. The lesson was that sometimes you have to work at things harder than others to achieve your goals. I know now that my volleyball skills may not come as easily as it did for other people but I can still be as good as them I’ll just have to work a little harder to achieve my goal. This doesn’t only go for volleyball but anything else in life.

Although failure seems dreadful, it is necessary for learning to take place. Whether failing in school or sports, our

That year, I did not have any friends, even though I was around other freshman new to the school. Everyone knew each other and had their own clique they would hang out with, which left me alone. At this school, my peers treated each other with disrespect. Of course, I had people to talk to, but they were not the ones I wanted to call my friends. I

My math class in tenth grade first semester ended with my final grade as a sixty-six. Denying myself of getting help for that class caused me to have a bad

I was expecting it would take them some more time but I was mistaken. When I heard that I was starting school the next day, the butterflies in my stomach returned and I was afraid. I felt as if running away would be the only option because making new friends was a task I was never good at. I was very uncomfortable by being surrounded by all these people I didn't know.

All of the other kids became silent and scared of Miss Fisher. On my way home I began thinking about how much I wanted to go to school earlier this morning. Now, I never want to go back. School is worse than I thought it would be. I thought of it as this fun place of learning and meeting new friends.

My initial goal was to make the most out of the unfortunate situation, and focus on getting the best grades possible so I could transfer with ease. However, my priorities soon shifted from school, to hanging out with friends and experiencing everything new that the town had to offer. This approach quickly led to declining grades, and a melancholy feeling because of the situation I had put myself in.

Tests and allies had come and it was hard. I still didn 't have many friends at school. Getting along with my classmates was something I still struggled with. In class I definitely wasn 't my teachers favorite student.

In May two-thousand fifteen i completed my seventh grade year at my new school Watkins Memorial Middle school, it was my first time ever moving schools . Before i came to Watkins Memorial Middle school i went to Hamilton Township . I went there my whole life until i moved , i went to Hamilton Elementary for four years from kindergarten through third grade , then i went to Hamilton Intermediate School for three years from fourth grade through sixth grade . After sixth grade over summer break my mom enrolled me into the Southwest Licking School District at Watkins Memorial Middle School . I was nervous to move schools for the first time because i was worried about not being able to make any friends and also not liking the school .

Overcoming “The” Struggle I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase.

I’m laying on the ground my ears are ringing as I slowly get to my feet I notice a sharp pain in my left arm.  This whole idea was put in my head about a month before.

The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G. I was so excited for the year due to the fact that i got to experience Y&G with my brother. Little did I know that senior year changed my brother.

In my brief life, I have overcome a lot of adversity. My mom fled Mexico with her three young children to escape domestic violence. When we came to this country we had only a few personal belongings and the promise of a better future. We came to this country and lived in a small trailer with no toilet other than a bucket, and no shower except for the one that was lent to us from the kindness of a stranger, our new neighbor. As a single parent, my mother had to work day and night to support us. While she was working long hours cleaning people’s houses, as the oldest of three children, I had to quickly learn how to cook, how to clean and take care of my siblings. From getting the kids ready for school, helping them with their homework, and