Today I am thankful for….a failure.
I loved school growing up. I had straight A’s, was the teachers pet (have to admit it) and enjoyed every little project along the way. By the time I hit 6th grade I noticed that I actually had to try in math class. Up until that point I was barely putting in any effort and still getting good grades. This came as a shock but I started to try harder and worked for those good grades. 9th grade geometry was the bane of my existence. My teacher was awful and I would actually fear going to class everyday. Now looking back she could be compared to Miranda Priestly from The Devil Wears Prada. The slow, monotone sentences with a pause at just the right time to let you know she was PISSED. They were one and the same.
I started staying after school for extra help and went to Sylvan Learning Center for tutoring. When I was in school I didn’t tell anyone but my boyfriend where I was going every afternoon after school. I was embarrassed. Now looking back it was the best thing my parents could have done for me. I learned better with one on one instruction for the subjects that were more difficult. I made friends, had a quiet distraction free time to get my homework done and enjoyed the thirty minute car ride with my parents each day. I ended up passing Geometry with a B and was so proud of myself.
Every failure is really a lesson. We must learn from these lessons to make them worth it in the end.