Personal Narrative: Why I Failed In School

The sixteen out of thirty in bright red ink glared angrily at me from the page, almost like it was bleeding. Like I had injured the paper with my mistakes. Of all the classes to fail a quiz in, biology was the one that I expected the least. As one of my favorite subjects, with one of my favorite teachers, biology was the class that I could count on to not only be interested in, but to generally do very well on every assessment, with or sans studying. This was the lowest score I had gotten on a quiz for the whole school year, let alone biology class. Allowing my disappointment to get the better of me I started going off on a mini-rant to my friends. As my fury and shock subsided, I got to thinking, what even went wrong? How could I do …show more content…
That whole erasers are there for a reason, and that the backspace key is there for the same reason, and that we’re only human (which is, ahem, the dominant and technically most advanced species on earth), along with every other canned phrasing that one can think of. Well, I did study more, and I did do well on that next test, but not without the realization that I did not fail. Now, I just told you that I realized my failure, and now I’m telling you that I didn’t fail. That doesn’t make sense. So allow me to explain. I didn’t say that I never failed, just that I didn’t. I no longer have failed. We, as a species, me, as a person with my own thoughts, I, can define failure beyond what it says in the dictionary, beyond a number below a sixty-three percent. So I will. I believe that in cases like these you can rescind your failures in a way. If you have learned from your failure, it is no longer a failure, because you learned something, because you changed for the better because of it. I failed once, but I got back up. I highlighted my mistake against the background of success and colorful magnets, so that I could morally cross it out. We can only fail if we allow ourselves to, and I am not allowing myself to