Sometimes A failure isn’t a failure at all it’s just a minor setback. I learned this at the beginning of my 10th grade year. My teacher had told my classmates and I that we were able to be dual enrollment students at Germanna Community College. She informed us that we would have to take an entrance exam to be placed in classes that were suitable for us. When she said this we told her that we’d be ready and that we’d pass with no problems. Finally the day came to take the entrance exam and of course I was nervous but I didn’t let it show. I walked in, took my seat and began to work. I came across the math portion of the test and began to worry. Math isn’t my strongest subject but I still gave it my best shot. A few hours later I walked out the exam room feeling great.
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Of course I had to pass both to be dual enrolled. She also told me to never give up because I had come so close to passing. Finding out I failed the Entrance exam really shot down my confidence. I walked back to class upset at the world because I felt like I should’ve passed on my first try. As I walked into the room my teacher had noticed my mood had changed from this morning. I explained to her why I was upset and she told me not to worry about it because I had another chance to take the exam. Everything she told me went in one ear and out the other because I had worked so hard just to find out I failed. Failure isn’t an option for me, so I had to study even harder especially since math isn’t my best subject. My teacher told me that she’d take me to retake the entrance exam in a couple of months but I was discouraged at the moment. I swept the test “under the rug”. After that day my way of thinking was that I was only 15 so I didn’t need to be dual enrolled. I still felt a certain way towards my friends because they all had passed the entrance exam and I didn’t. I studied all the way up until the day I had to retake the
Of course I had to pass both to be dual enrolled. She also told me to never give up because I had come so close to passing. Finding out I failed the Entrance exam really shot down my confidence. I walked back to class upset at the world because I felt like I should’ve passed on my first try. As I walked into the room my teacher had noticed my mood had changed from this morning. I explained to her why I was upset and she told me not to worry about it because I had another chance to take the exam. Everything she told me went in one ear and out the other because I had worked so hard just to find out I failed. Failure isn’t an option for me, so I had to study even harder especially since math isn’t my best subject. My teacher told me that she’d take me to retake the entrance exam in a couple of months but I was discouraged at the moment. I swept the test “under the rug”. After that day my way of thinking was that I was only 15 so I didn’t need to be dual enrolled. I still felt a certain way towards my friends because they all had passed the entrance exam and I didn’t. I studied all the way up until the day I had to retake the