The definition of failure is having lack of success. I strongly believe that no one is perfect, and that everyone is going to make a mistake at least once in their life. But that's ok because that's how we learn. Back in high school, I was only taught to study hard to make my parents proud. Academically, I was the "black sheep" of my family. Being the oldest of three, including myself, my parents expected more. My siblings were in elementary and middle school, so of course their work was easier than mine. That was something my parents didn't understand. When I moved from New York to Germany, I was behind in math because in New York I was in Pre Algebra my Freshmen year, and Germany didn't have that class. They moved me up to Algebra 1 thinking I was going to understand everything, but I had no idea what was going on. I sat in that class dumbfounded every lecture. They finally pulled me out of the class, and put me into Geometry. I started Algebra 1 my Junior year, and Algebra 2 my Senior year. Algebra 2 was by far my worse nightmare, and I had to retake it twice. The first time I failed, and the second time I had to give it my all or nothing to graduate.My graduation was on the line, and I was terrified. My counselor told me told me if I didn't pass, I wouldn't graduate.
That following day, I told my parents about the situation. I cried my eyes out because I knewand felt deep inside that I failed them. I saw the disappointment in their eyes. When I failed Algebra 2 the first time, my heart broke. The second time, I had no choice but to take it online. My parents had to pay for every assignment and exam I had to do. By the end of the online course, I had to take a final exam.I failed the final terribly, the second time, a teacher allowed me to take one of theirs. Once again, I failed it. My parents were so disappointed in me, and that was the first time I ever felt like a failure. My world fell apart knowing I failed my parents. Another Algebra 2 teacher allowed me to take one of her finals. When I handed in the final exam, I cried and left the room. Luckily, there was no one there but me. My dad picked me up from the school asking how everything was. I remember holding in my tears because I felt that I didn't do my best. By the time we got home, my dad recieved an email from my school on his phone. We were so ecstatic to find out that I passed! When I walked arocss the stage on graduation day, I felt that all my hard work and tears were worth it. My biggest fear was not being able to graduate on time because that's all my parents wanted from me. It was so important for me to walk on the stage during graduation day because I was the oldest, and I wanted my parents to be proud. I went from being a failure to succeeding. My view on people who choose to fail are using it as an excuse to not do and give their best. There's always room for improvement in any given situation. Use that failing problem as a motivation to do and be better. Do not feel discouraged, just push yourself.
