The Struggle is Real

I find myself getting into situations where I am constantly challenged. Do I enjoy hard classes? No. Do I enjoy never-ending work? No. However, as a student, I knew I needed to do more than take the easy way out. Surely, my courses were challenging at times, like accounting and economics classes. My hardest class was our second level business statistics class. I remember failing the first test so badly that I scheduled an appointment with my advisor. I needed to know how my GPA would turn out if I ended up with a “C” in the class. I had never received a single “C” in my life and I was scared. I had taken this professor before so I knew how his class was set up. To this day, I felt like I was reading a different language when I took that first test. I cannot even begin to tell you what the topic was over. After discussing my options with my advisor, I decided to stay in the class. I knew this was a class that I could not miss, even though I was usually lost during the hour and thirty minutes I was attending. I would have to reteach myself all of the concepts. We had a total of three tests, so of course, I was terrified of failing the futures ones. By the time we were learning the next section, I had a better understanding of what was going on. When test day came, somehow, I got a “B.” I was surprised because at that moment I had hope.

Calculating your grade in college can be very hard. Sometimes you think you have it right, but most of the time, you didn’t. Luckily, it was pretty easy to calculate. The final exam was optional and could only help your grade. I did not want to take the final exam because it was cumulative. When our last test day arrived, I was trembling. I felt confident because I understood the topics. I ended up receiving another “B” on that final test. Now, I was on the borderline of having either a “C” or “B”. We had these take home Excel assignments, and I knew I needed a solid 100 score to receive an overall grade of “B” in the class. I remember waiting for the email that said, “your grade has been updated,” and when I finally received that email, I screamed. I had received a “100” on the take-home assignment, and my final grade in the class was 80 percent. Jumping for joy was not an expression it was real. I was thrilled that I did not fail the class, and I was excited that I did not have to take the final exam. I was completely satisfied with having a “B” because I never thought I would since I had failed the first test.

I have learned that you will not always have it easy in your life. I surely did not have it easy for that statistics class. This class was considered a prerequisite class, so I had to pass one way or another. Failing that test taught me to never give up. I always doubted myself with classes that dealt with data and numbers. Once I began to apply myself and study every day, my hard work paid off. I know that although that was the hardest class, I took in my college career, I am glad I chose my professor. Who knows, if I had chosen someone else, it could have been worse. Nobody in life is perfect and failure is inevitable. However, you have to ask yourself, how will I overcome this failure? I chose to rise up from mine and when I fail again, I will get back up.