To me, highschool wasn’t extremly hard, but it wasn’t easy either. Most of the time I did the least possible work to get by. At my school, at the end of the semester, the teachers would let you make up any missing work and most of the time give full credit. I was that student.
Throughout my education I switched schools a lot. Freshman year was a start at a new school again. In elementary and middle school, I was bullied a lot, so I didn’t know what to expect.
Not much occured Freshman year for failures. In the beginning of the year I joined the cheerleading team as an alternate. By the middle of the season I had shone deidication and hard work and earned a spot on the team. The same thing occured for winter cheerleading. I would consider this a type of success. A success in which I was able to prove my abilites.
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However, due to some injuries in the past with my ankle, I could not run and they did not accept me. I see this as a failure because I have taken care of the injury and tried harder I might of made the team.
In late October of junior year, I fell on the stairs at my home and got a bad concussion. I was unable to do a lot of school related things for about a month. In the meantime, I was in an AP class. I got behind in my school work and was unable to complete all of my work. When I got my results back, I got a decent grade even though I struggled with my course. I see this as a failure, but in the end I was successful because I over came the obstacle.
Since the start of sophmore year, I was part of the Best Buddies club. It was a club that allowed special needs kids and non-special needs kids hangout and make friendships. My success in this finally came Senior year, when I was chosen to be Vice President and make a change in these kids lives because of my dedication and hard work the two years
I learned that even though I didn't reach my goal I was able to improve my cheering skills and was
Junior year was a bit challenging for me. It was not challenging because of the work, but I joined a career program. I had to keep up with both of my schools. For me to be successful with so many things going on, I had to stay organized and think ahead. My success was that I kept all my grades above a C+.
My determination to get better and overcome my obstacles paid off my senior year when I awarded second-team
A failure that I experienced occurred during my freshman year at Chapman University with the women’s collegiate lacrosse team. During my high school lacrosse career, I was a leader and one of the best on the team, but at Chapman University, I was playing with women who were more skilled than I was. After tryouts at Chapman University, my coach singled me out as being one of two people to be put on the practice squad rather than the actual team. At the time, I was absolutely devastated, and felt like my coach was being exceedingly harsh. To me, not making the actual team was a failure.
The day started with waking up at six o’clock in the morning, donning my obnoxiously sparkly costume, and slicking my hair back into what was possibly the world’s tightest bun. I was going to a dance competition. Four years ago, when I began competitively dancing, I decided to perform a solo. Now, as I prepared to step out onto the stage, I was no longer so confident with my decision.
Also, at this time I had not yet been diagnosed with ADHD. Both of these things combined made my freshman year worse than it should have been. As you can see from my transcript my grades increased exponentially from my freshman year to my sophomore year and so on. This was a result of moving on and learning that I am very bright, and also being put on mild medication to help me focus in class. Since I have been put on Concerta, an ADHD medication I have made a lot better grades and school has become a lot easier for me.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
The time I experienced a major failure would have to be getting terrible grades in middle school. I would be getting failing grade, not caring at all. Once I ended seventh grade, my teacher had a conference with my mom and me , and they said that if I do not get my act together then I would repeat the grade again and that I remember my teacher telling me that I have to go High school because she said it was my calling to succeed in school. After I have finished with summer school, I got everything together and getting academics straight. One Day, I got an email, that said that one of my great friends passed away, and that left me so heartbroken, I stopped getting good grades; everything went downhill, because of that incident and that I became
High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.
The turning point for me when I realized what I was doing was not going to work was the mid-semester check-in email, where I had a 69% in math. This made me very upset and insecure about myself as a math student. Due to this experience, I grew so much as a student and became more mature in general. I met with my teacher and came up with a plan for the rest of the year to fix my study habits. This helped me as I finished the year with a B+ in math.
How would one person describe success? The way I see success is that it is not measured by the amount of times you succeed, yet how many times you fail. When it comes to my education I know I need to drive forward in order to succeed. There has been over a dozen times that I have failed at the goals I made for myself. Failing at these goals make me want to strive harder towards the latter.
Throughout my time in high school, I have been actively involved in various leadership roles within my troupe. This leadership has not been limited to the acting side of the spectrum, but has included both advocacy work and techie work. My freshman year was a year for learning. During this year I began to learn how to build and become a true actor. Looking up to the seniors, they taught me how to properly use a saw and how to explore every inch of the stage.
One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school
I went from a 3.83 GPA AP scholar to a failure. My dreams were shattered right before my very eyes. I pleaded for a chance to improve my GPA and I was granted the opportunity to retake my classes over the summer and throughout my senior year. I took that opportunity in a heartbeat and I always told myself “I still have a
In a person 's life, there shall come a time in which failure has occurred or is occurring right this second. In this personal statement, in which I am writing, I am going to describe to you my own failure, and things related to it, such as what this particular failure was, when it happened, why it happened, the outcome of this event, and how I shall avoid such things in the future to come. February twenty fourth, two thousand ten, I was in seventh grade, I attended another school, I was thirteen years old, I had this English teacher, whose name I shall keep anonymous, time went by all year so fast and and during that year, I struggled in English. Not the language itself, but the curriculum that this teacher taught students with. So I was doing bad in this class, not so bad as to receive an f but bad enough for this teacher to become concerned.