Before my senior year in high school, specifically my third year in high school, a plethora of people of all sizes, ethnic backgrounds, environmental backgrounds, and financial backgrounds have stated at least once that failure is not always a negative experience to endure. When individuals say that statement, I always had responded back to them in a curious tone saying “What exactly do you mean by that?”. In one of these responses to me, my cousin named Katrina told me something that I would remember for the entirety of my life. She was a petite with a fair complexion woman who was exceptionally intelligent, which she now attends college at the University of Pennsylvania. During that time, she had recently came home for winter break and
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After her stories, I told her that failing in his class would harm my standing as a student in the school; however, she instantly responded to me and criticized what I said. She said, in a motherly tone, “Failure, at times, is a good thing. It helps people to grow mentally and try to improve themselves.” However, I dismissed the remark and left her colonial-style home and prepared for the upcoming holidays. After winter break, I walked into my new english class with my stomach hurting, actually it felt more like a person started to grab my stomach then started to twist and to squeeze it, and nervous enough that I kept clicking my pen unknowingly to distract myself. When I found my seat, I saw some of my friends from other classes, such as Justin, Alondra, and Kaitlyn. While looking at them, I noticed that each of my friends were nervous in their own way, such as clicking their pens and making knocking sounds with their hands against their wooden …show more content…
During the beginning of class two days later, I handed in my essay and Mr. Ware stated that it was well written and utilized more sensory language to strengthen the essay. Later on in high school, Mr. Ware and I met more often for writing assistance and he recognized my hard work and effort inside of class and outside of class, like volunteering and tutoring, by appointing me to the national honor society treasurer. Learning from many failures in his class gave me the motivation to improve myself in all
After her stories, I told her that failing in his class would harm my standing as a student in the school; however, she instantly responded to me and criticized what I said. She said, in a motherly tone, “Failure, at times, is a good thing. It helps people to grow mentally and try to improve themselves.” However, I dismissed the remark and left her colonial-style home and prepared for the upcoming holidays. After winter break, I walked into my new english class with my stomach hurting, actually it felt more like a person started to grab my stomach then started to twist and to squeeze it, and nervous enough that I kept clicking my pen unknowingly to distract myself. When I found my seat, I saw some of my friends from other classes, such as Justin, Alondra, and Kaitlyn. While looking at them, I noticed that each of my friends were nervous in their own way, such as clicking their pens and making knocking sounds with their hands against their wooden …show more content…
During the beginning of class two days later, I handed in my essay and Mr. Ware stated that it was well written and utilized more sensory language to strengthen the essay. Later on in high school, Mr. Ware and I met more often for writing assistance and he recognized my hard work and effort inside of class and outside of class, like volunteering and tutoring, by appointing me to the national honor society treasurer. Learning from many failures in his class gave me the motivation to improve myself in all