Happy Monday! Grab your coffee, tea, or wine and let’s get started! People are only born with two fears: falling and loud noises. The rest of our fears are from society and our own experiences. Many people develop a fear of failure throughout life, and yet, failure is hard to avoid. Everyone has their struggles, but most people experience growth from failure. Elizabeth Gilbert said, “Mistakes will be made. Failure will occur. You pick yourself up and carry on.” However, I don’t agree entirely with it. I don’t just carry on; I reflect on my previous errors, develop strategies for improvement, and work towards my newly assigned goals.
People always talk about their success but rarely talk about failure. However, my failure is the reason for so many amazing things in my life. So let’s look at the beginning of this story…
During my first two years of University, I had no idea what I wanted to study. I started as a Psychology major then a Spanish major, but I just was not happy. I didn’t pay attention to any of my classes, so I spent my first two years doing nothing. I just barely passed my classes, getting fifties and sixties. I didn’t have any ambition to succeed because I felt my life going nowhere. At the end of my second year, I took an English class with a great professor. We read George Orwell’s book 1984. It reminded me of my love for reading. After the course and lots of thinking, I discovered my passion for reading and writing. I finally decided to be an English major.
Two days after classes started in the fall, as I checked my email, I noticed one from the Dean of the Faculty of Arts. The email stated that I had failed out of University because I had a 59.5 average. In the Faculty of Arts, you need at least a 60% average to stay in the program. I began crying and emailed my advisor instantly. I felt like everything was wrong, and I was never going to succeed. This world that I finally figured out was tumbling down. I found my passion, drive, and dreams, but I was no longer able to achieve. I had absolutely no hope.
In a few hours, the advisor emailed me back, stating there was one other option. I had the opportunity to participate in the Academic Recovery Program. This is a program that allows students who fail out to receive another opportunity that supports them. The students are allowed to take two classes, but also they have to participate in the courses to help them succeed. In the first week of class, I went home from every class crying because I was so disappointed in myself. I was going to give up so many times. I had a horrible mindset. I was thinking because of this one failure; I will never succeed. Slowly, I learned to change my mindset. This was my second chance, and= I started to treat it like one. I needed to use it to my advantage and learn from it.
Throughout this program, I guaranteed that being an English major was what I wanted to do. I ended up exceeding the ARP class. I finished the program earlier and got back into my program. I want to say that I was back on track, but I was never on track before failing. I was just a wandering duckling.
My experience with failure has shown me that I can fail and come back so much stronger. If it weren’t for my failure, I would have never grown as confident, motivated, or responsible as I am now. Failure is a Path to Success. Have a wonderful week, everyone.
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