A great example of failure was my first year in high school track. I was in track and field all throughout middle school, but I lost interest as I transitioned into high school. However, I decided that I wanted to try out track and field my junior year of high school. It had been a long time since I raced in
This is an event that all people will run into at some point or another. For me, my most defining failures would be in my early childhood. I was never good at sports, but
This 8th grade year and my entire middle school experience was a fun time and a blast. I hope I get to experience In high school. The one question for high school is will it be a drastic change. In this bit of writing from my humanities I asked a big question.
Before I was completely cleared to go to Northern, I had to appear before the school board and tell them why I wanted to got to Northern. When I arrived to the meeting, it seemed that the hallway stretched out as I walked towards the door. Soon enough, I made it to the door and made my appearance. This is just one of the few obstacles I faced to get to high school.
Warren awoke to the buzzing sound of his alarm--6:30 in the morning. He threw his tan comforter blanket to the wall and slid out of bed. He walked heavier than an elephant across his wooden floor to the kitchen. His mother was making his everyday breakfast--two buttermilk waffles and a small glass of milk. He ravaged it to the last crumb.
When I was in elementary school I wasn’t the brightest kid. In fact, I always got B’s, C’s, and sometimes a D at school. Despite getting that score, my parents rarely got mad at me. As a kid, I would always wondered why my parents never care about it, and a lot of time I would think to myself that none of my parents is actually care about me. Going home from school, I got jealous of my friends that got picked up by their parents.
Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people.
“Congratulations Mija, you did it!” My mom shouted as we were walking down the stairs of Dundee Elementary where I had graduated 6th grade. As we stepped down to the last step, I looked around and took a big gasp of air. “Ahhh! I did it.”
During my last year of Middle School I was diagnosed with depression. This illness caused me to discourage my abilities and it deeply affected my social skills. At the same time I was also being bullied by other kids at school. I remember silently crying every day as I walked home from the bus stop. When I was first diagnosed, the doctors told me that isolating the problem was a good thing.
One incident I can recount when I experienced failure was when I joined Cross Country. Since, I can remember I have always excelled at everything I did, from my academics to dance class to music lessons. When I entered into my freshman year of high school, I decided I would to join an athletic team in order to keep myself occupied outside of academics. I figured joining a sport would be another good attribute to add to my resume.
Middle school story So it all started on the day I became a middle schooler It had been while since I had made contact with any of my friends for the past three years and it was weird to see them again for the first time and it was weirder seeing them at my bus stop and it was awkward at first then I got on the bus. And soon the day was to begin and I made some friends on the bus and I still am friends with to this day.
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.
I would never have thought walking into the cafeteria this morning, how much a signal mans words could impact and change me for the better. Dr. Fowlin’s words were like music to my ears; I could not stop listening to what he had to stay. He made solutions to my thoughts and worries. To be honest, before the assembly, I felt bad for those who do not fit in, but I never took action to make them feel welcomed. Once listening to Mikey, I realized I could do many simple things to make someone's day.
Honestly, the biggest failure that I had to deal with in my life was being benched last year for high school soccer. I tried out for soccer my freshman year and didn 't make it, so I tried out again my sophomore year and have been on the team ever since. During my sophomore year, I played on the junior varsity team. My junior year I started out on the junior varsity team again and then got moved up to the varsity team. I always worked my hardest at practice and put in work outside of what was required of me, however, I almost never got to play in the games.
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
