Lets talk a bit about failure. Every one of us deals with it. Everyone deals with it differently.
I recently found out that I have failed my last teaching test… again. I keep missing it by a handful of points.
I am angry and frustrated, to say the least. Not passing the test leaves me feeling deflated and undeserving of the job that I have. Yesterday I found this out while I was in the car on the way to the hospital.
My grandfather was not doing well, his blood pressure had spiked and his body was paying the price. He seems to be doing better now, but it was pretty scary for a bit. Seeing someone so close to you suffer puts everything into perspective. Knowing that anything and everything can change so rapidly certainly makes me very grateful to live where I live and have the friends and family that I have. I am going to take this failure in stride and study what I can for the next test date.
Hopefully this kicked in the gut feeling will go away soon.
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