Celebrating Failure

In this past semester, aside from this class, I’ve failed tremendously at time management in my other classes. I’ve been focusing my time on my family, my health, and (honestly) my new puppy— basically, I’ve been slacking hard and I’m extremely disappointed in myself because of it. For instance, my marketing lectures are online and I truly haven’t watched any of them for the past 3 weeks. That’s a huge failure in my book. Now, I have to play catch up and most likely not get a good grade on the final exam. I usually procrastinate, but this semester I’ve reached new levels of pushing my limits. 

I learned that procrastinating assignments and lectures only hurt me at the end and cause a lot of unnecessary stress for no reason. Learning how to manage my time better is a goal for next semester because of this. I won’t fall so far behind, I won’t let myself reach this level of stress again.

It’s pretty hard to fail a few quizzes, and embarrassing (because it’s my fault) to say the least. 

This form of failure has caused a lot of stress emotionally, which led to my behavior becoming very high tense. Naturally, I’m not a risk taker, but this class definitely has shed a light on taking the right risks in order to succeed. Failing a few quizzes and assignments will only make me work harder, and possibly change my major to something I am more passionate about.