Personal Narrative: My Failure In Calculus

It was 11:02am and I already smelled my garlic breath. I needed to get up and brush my teeth as I knew that my bladder would burst soon if I stayed. But I didn’t. Still, I lay there, as my emotions took over and ignored all my bodies’ physical signals. Sweat was sprinkled on my skin, while my Hello Kitty pillows were deluged with tears. It had been nearly three hours since I was awake, but still as a statue I was, as my soft, brown skin would rather be showered with bodily fluids because I was thinking about my failure. My failure in Calculus.

Two months earlier, I speculated how exciting it would be to challenge myself, and I pronounced how great of a challenge it would be to spend my summer taking an online-based Calculus class through Frederick Community College, and I desired how I wanted to take a risk out of my boundaries, so I registered. Most importantly, I wanted to take a risk for my mom. Despite the countless late nights staying up until 2:00am, with the help of
Just as she protested in the streets in Yangon for democracy, I get my voice known in the United Nations International Peace Day video contest. Just as she spoke in front of hundreds of crowds to convince citizens to end the military dictatorship of Ne Win, I convince ordinary people to donate money to an end for pediatric cancer with my involvement in the Four Diamonds Fund. She held large gatherings for democracy in her own home state of Chin, while I organize a gardening program at the Boys & Girls Club of Frederick County to educate underrepresented minority kids about the importance of environmental conservatism and responsibility. I take risks and strive to excel in them so that I can reimburse my mother for the sacrifices she has done. The blood, sweat and tears she stretched to come to the land of the free. I wanted her to know that she was not