i like to take risks
well..i had to write an essay about failure..
and i think i almost might shock my teacher.
most kids will be like oh i lost a game
or something not a big deal.
but im just gonna go out there and say mine.
its kinda hard..probably shouldnt be telling a college prof something like this about yourself.
but i was never one for sugarcoating things.
heres what i started
In a sentence or two describe one failure you have had. Then list your feelings about its significance, causes, and effects. Now write out how two other people close to you saw your failure differently. Try to think as they would. Now make a fourth and fifth list choosing two of the types of people on page 50 for your alternative viewpoints.
A: One of the biggest failures I’ve had in my life sadly was drugs. It’s hard to talk about or write about because so many people judge you. It’s hard to even drive past places where it all went down. Once you went down that road of hell you never want to go back. I was about fourteen when it all went down with my friends. It’s hard to admit at this point in my life because I’m beyond that. I want to move on and become a surgeon. If people know something like that about you they won’t trust you and think down on you which makes total sense. I’m not one for sugarcoating who I am though. The significance of it was it was an escape from reality. It was escape from the abuse. It was almost something supernatural. I was able to except it at the time because it made me happy. Who doesn’t want to do stuff that makes you happy? Then I lost everything. I lost a lot of money, I made really bad friends, and I weighed about 100 pounds. I still felt like I was a good person just not towards myself. It was pathetic what I needed to enjoy a day of life. It’s something to this day I don’t regret because it taught me a lot. I used to do counseling for other kids that were struggling with drugs. I showed them first hand experience of the dangers. I was able to be honest with them and they could build trust in me. Eight out of my ten kids I counseled never relapsed. It was a learning experience for me.
My parents saw my failure as shocking. I was a straight A student and really never did anything wrong really. They knew I needed help and they helped me. They helped me realize what my priorities were. At the time they were just to have fun and be crazy. They pointed out what was hard for me to see at the time. They pointed out how they don’t even know me anymore and how I’m always sick. Thier view of my failure helped me overcome it.
Of course my best friend at the time saw nothing wrong with it. A lot of people were doing what we were doing and we all were happy. It was a fun way of escaping the truths of reality. It was a way of killing boredom or to celebrate. There’s always a reason for everything you do. My best friend would always tell me there’s people way worse than you. Don’t listen to what other people say just because you do “stupid things” every once in awhile. You still have a job, good grades, and you make your car payments. You don’t cheat on your boyfriends, you don’t ruin the environment, you don’t steal, and you respect people. This led me to believe there was nothing wrong with me. Especially since me and her were at the same level. My best friend did not see it as a failure. Now since I’ve changed she of course is no longer my best friend. She didn’t graduate, doesn’t have a job, and is a wreck. She actually ended up stealing from me. In a way a wish I could help her but she’s holding me back. You can give people the resources but they need to change on their own. I changed on my own. You have to really want to change to do it. You can’t change people is one of the biggest lessons I learn. I think the main reason we became friends was because she was so different than me. My life was full of strict rules. I mean come on my dad cried when I got my first boyfriend. Through her I broke lose from my parents chains and did things on my own. It was kind of like how you always hear stories on TV like how Britney Spears went crazy. She needed an escape from responsibility.
and i think i almost might shock my teacher.
most kids will be like oh i lost a game
or something not a big deal.
but im just gonna go out there and say mine.
its kinda hard..probably shouldnt be telling a college prof something like this about yourself.
but i was never one for sugarcoating things.
heres what i started
In a sentence or two describe one failure you have had. Then list your feelings about its significance, causes, and effects. Now write out how two other people close to you saw your failure differently. Try to think as they would. Now make a fourth and fifth list choosing two of the types of people on page 50 for your alternative viewpoints.
A: One of the biggest failures I’ve had in my life sadly was drugs. It’s hard to talk about or write about because so many people judge you. It’s hard to even drive past places where it all went down. Once you went down that road of hell you never want to go back. I was about fourteen when it all went down with my friends. It’s hard to admit at this point in my life because I’m beyond that. I want to move on and become a surgeon. If people know something like that about you they won’t trust you and think down on you which makes total sense. I’m not one for sugarcoating who I am though. The significance of it was it was an escape from reality. It was escape from the abuse. It was almost something supernatural. I was able to except it at the time because it made me happy. Who doesn’t want to do stuff that makes you happy? Then I lost everything. I lost a lot of money, I made really bad friends, and I weighed about 100 pounds. I still felt like I was a good person just not towards myself. It was pathetic what I needed to enjoy a day of life. It’s something to this day I don’t regret because it taught me a lot. I used to do counseling for other kids that were struggling with drugs. I showed them first hand experience of the dangers. I was able to be honest with them and they could build trust in me. Eight out of my ten kids I counseled never relapsed. It was a learning experience for me.
My parents saw my failure as shocking. I was a straight A student and really never did anything wrong really. They knew I needed help and they helped me. They helped me realize what my priorities were. At the time they were just to have fun and be crazy. They pointed out what was hard for me to see at the time. They pointed out how they don’t even know me anymore and how I’m always sick. Thier view of my failure helped me overcome it.
Of course my best friend at the time saw nothing wrong with it. A lot of people were doing what we were doing and we all were happy. It was a fun way of escaping the truths of reality. It was a way of killing boredom or to celebrate. There’s always a reason for everything you do. My best friend would always tell me there’s people way worse than you. Don’t listen to what other people say just because you do “stupid things” every once in awhile. You still have a job, good grades, and you make your car payments. You don’t cheat on your boyfriends, you don’t ruin the environment, you don’t steal, and you respect people. This led me to believe there was nothing wrong with me. Especially since me and her were at the same level. My best friend did not see it as a failure. Now since I’ve changed she of course is no longer my best friend. She didn’t graduate, doesn’t have a job, and is a wreck. She actually ended up stealing from me. In a way a wish I could help her but she’s holding me back. You can give people the resources but they need to change on their own. I changed on my own. You have to really want to change to do it. You can’t change people is one of the biggest lessons I learn. I think the main reason we became friends was because she was so different than me. My life was full of strict rules. I mean come on my dad cried when I got my first boyfriend. Through her I broke lose from my parents chains and did things on my own. It was kind of like how you always hear stories on TV like how Britney Spears went crazy. She needed an escape from responsibility.