Maybe it’s
because I push myself too hard during competitive events, that if I don’t win
it feels like my life is over.
A few
months ago I made it to the Spelling Bee Nationals. I was doing really good until I spelled the
word “Euouae” wrong. I was so mad at
myself. I threw a fit on stage, kicking
and yelling. They dragged me off the
stage as I was thinking of what a failure and how embarrassed I was. I was even more embarrassed when I was
walking out of the auditorium. Everyone
was staring at me knowing that I was the kid who threw a fit over getting a
word wrong. You may wonder why I threw a
fit. A month prior to the Bee, I started
locking myself in my room after school reading dictionaries. I started with the hand book types and then
to the big ones like the one my language arts teacher had on a large pedestal
at the front of the class room. I worked
so hard to fail. I spent a week in my
room. I mourned about how the trophy
ended up in Bessie Kohl’s hands and not mine.
People say I over react, but that is just how I take failure.
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