Personal Narrative: My Failure Of AP English Class

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. Unfortunately, it was a little too late to back out- I walked onto the stage and assumed my beginning pose, waiting for the music to start playing with sweaty palms and shaky legs. The solo actually went okay, until I faced the back of the stage and began thinking about all of the people who were watching me. And then I forgot the choreography. Forced to improvise the rest of the routine, I placed one foot in front of the other to prepare for a pirouette, and promptly slipped and fell on my face.
Despite dozens, if not hundreds, of hours spent preparing for that one moment, I had failed to complete what I had set out to do. If I’m

This may be the biggest failure of my life so far- at the time, I felt there was no way to overcome or fix it. Over the past year, and over the course of writing this essay, I’ve realized that there hasn’t and probably will never be a point in my life where I will experience failure and not be ashamed or terrified of it. Most likely, a failure won’t go away, and the path to inspiring myself to overcome one is difficult. Remaining involved in my extracurricular activities, for one, has aided me in moving past this failure. Deciding to audition for a smaller group at dance taught me a lot about putting myself out there- that it is impossible to be a perfect candidate. Enhancing the assets I do have, rather than focusing on those I don’t, both in an audition and in school made me more confident in myself. For example, studying and practicing for the ACT produced results I can be proud