Personal Narrative: My Team Failure

What was I to do? I truly had no idea. I had made the “B” team, but that wasn’t the same. Kids on the “A” team would come in and brag about how they won by however many points they had and I would just sit there in wonder, What if I practiced harder? What if I hadn’t skipped that workout session?

Which is worse: failing or never trying? That question is the one we all ask ourselves. I think that never try it is worse because you lock yourself in your comfort zone and in the end when not intending it you fail because you lose the opportunity know what will happen, you stay with the doubt and do not know if that could have been the best experience or a great achievement in your life. On the other hand, if you try and fail, you learn and if you learn improvements.

The reason that I want to share this story, is to show people who are in currently in high school that it is acceptable to fail. While it is not okay to accept failing as an option, if you tried as hard as you could and still ended up failing, it is actually

As a student athlete, I have learned to use failure as an opportunity to learn. The moments in which I have "failed" have only helped me grow and reflect on the mistakes that not only I have made, but also those made by others. I was forced to do this multiple times throughout my final season of high school field hockey. Even though the team had players who were devoted and had a true desire to win, the season ended as a losing record in the books. As the primary goalie and captain, this was extremely difficult to accept.

My journey through tough hope has affected me in many ways like this one. When I didn 't make the baseball team I really wanted to make. I was really upset and mad with myself for not making the team. I didn 't practice hard enough to make the team.

The Thursday night lights beamed down on me as kickoff approached. It was the last game of the 8th grade football season and the last chance to make my mark on a personally rather ordinary season. We were playing Celina, a team known to be a powerful opponent. I was on the kickoff return team, playing on the far left side of the field and on that particular night we were set to receive the kick. The referee’s whistle pierced the warm and soundless autumn air.

The time I almost got cut from the basketball team.the first day of tryouts I didn’t come because I didn’t have my physical at the time.but when I got it I was there and lots of people were and only fifteen could qualify. On the first day all we had to do was shoot and show our form. But we did do something a little fun you had to get a partner and perform some moves on him. So the coach said “go” me and my partner which was Robert.

I thought I was not good enough to be on the team with the people I knew were magnificent players. I learned a valuable lesson: work harder and faster than everyone else. Knowing I was working with great athletes I had to prove myself that I was worthy enough to play on the team. I was beaten and tired out from all the extra training, but it’s what I had to do. I spent nights after practice to work on things I messed up on.

“I’m sorry, but you didn’t the make team.” A phrase that I’ve heard too often. Ever since elementary, I’ve tried to be more than just books. I have tried to be more than the just the little smart girl that everyone saw me as.

Failure Failure has always been a part of my life. As a child, I fell short of minor goals such as riding a bicycle, doing a pull-up, or beating a difficult level on Super Mario Bros. Although these set backs were small, I constantly kepy trying untill I could accomplish the task at hand. In fact, I would say one of my most euphoric moments in my child hood was when I learned how to ride a bike. As I got older, failure got tougher.

It was a Fall night wear the stars were out and all you could ever do is hear coach yelling to stop moving away from our positions. That night we were training for a very important soccer tournament that was only a couple weeks away. Coach smith liked to win but i think what he liked most was that we tried our best. We were a very hard team to defeat but we had our moments where we would lose games by a landslide.

Failure is the not the end but it is a process of learning and getting success if you don’t giving up. I remember back in Nepal when my siblings and friends passed their classes but I did not. I felt gloomy because I was the only one who failed. I was crying but my dad did not want me to cry for what I could not do because he wanted me to move forward to achieve success.

In my brief life, I have overcome a lot of adversity. My mom fled Mexico with her three young children to escape domestic violence. When we came to this country we had only a few personal belongings and the promise of a better future. We came to this country and lived in a small trailer with no toilet other than a bucket, and no shower except for the one that was lent to us from the kindness of a stranger, our new neighbor. As a single parent, my mother had to work day and night to support us.

One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school

Have you ever stared in a mirror with tears streaming down, wondering if you should give up? I have. If I hadn’t had my friends with me the whole time, I would’ve probably given up many times. They taught me to to look forwards and bash through the barriers; never stop. Even when I’ve lost my legs.