How to bounce back from failing an exam (or even a class)

Yeah, I know this isn’t fun to write about or even read about. As a student who grew accustomed to A’s and B’s in highschool, I found myself a little shell-shocked when I got to college and failed my first big test (RIP my biology midterm grade-you will be missed). And it was… an adjustment to say the least. Really this one grade should not have made me question my identity like it did but a someone who prides myself on how well I do at school, it was definitely a blow to my pride. I questioned whether or not I was really cut-out for college or even my major (I am a bio major by the way). But in the end, what I really ended up doing was dusting myself off and trying again. And here’s how I did it…

I had a grieving period

And boy, did it stink. I cried over this grade a lot (probably a bit more than I should have). But I really do think it is good to allow yourself to feel sad over this grade, especially if you worked really hard and did not receive the mark you feel you had earned or expected. Don’t wallow of course. You should not tie your self worth to your grades. But do allow yourself the time to be sad. Cry. Shower. And Take a nap.

I had a forgiveness period

And then I had to forgive myself. I know it may seem strange to some, but when I get a bad grade, I have to forgive myself for it because usually it means I disappointed myself. But wallowing in self-hatred is not a recipe for doing well in a class or even doing well in general for that matter. So there eventually came a point where I just had to accept it and move on.

I had an evaluation period

I had to think about why I flunked. This, in turn, and lead you to forming a better game plan for this class in the future. I had to ask myself how I got this bad grade and what led to it and whether or not it was in my control. I’ve done poorly on a few tests since the bio midterm mishap and did so for a variety of different reasons. Some were simply due to ineffective study methods or spreading of study time. And every now and then, the class itself is just plain difficult (or maybe even a professor is). This doesn’t give you an excuse to give up of course but you should definitely recognize what is and isn’t in your control.

I made a new game plan

Once I identified why exactly I did badly, I made a new game plan. Usually this step involves a new study strategy that focuses on where I was weak before and compensates for where I messed up. I recommend making this plan and then STICKING TO IT (it doesn’t do you any good to make it and not follow through).

I Tried to avoid burnout by taking breaks

I know for me it was hard to accept that I still needed breaks after my bad grade. When I don’t do well, I have a bad habit of depriving myself of such things because I felt I didn’t deserve it. But trust me, not taking-breaks just results in burn-out and that helps no one. Breaks are not optional. Stick to your game plan but your game plan should consist of a well-needed break every now and then. This step took me a few weeks to grasp but after completely wearing myself thin, I got the message that I need to rest as any normal person does.

I accepted that this happens

To the majority of people actually. College is hard. But I can do it because I can do hard things. Even if I fail sometimes. That’s a part of succeeding actually I’ve discovered. For every success I have about 100 little failures that allowed me to get there. And that’s alright. So best of luck to you. Go and achieve your goals. Because you can do hard things!

Flowers

I wrote a reversible poem! Read it Forwards and then Backwards!

I’ll love you forever  

So I gave you flowers  

The church bells rang 

Till death do us part.  

To Never to be severed from. 

My darling it’s you I never want 

To lose 

To love is 

To feel my heart beat stop in my chest. 

I hear those fateful words 

My head spins.  

I’ll never forget 

This 

What did I ever do to deserve 

You 

It begins and ends with 

Flowers 

Writing Prompt: Murder Circus

You’ve worked at a circus all your life. You’ve seen acts come and go and generally have enjoyed your job and have stayed on good terms with everyone. It’s a living. But your life takes a turn when a new act is hired: a fortune teller. Which would be fine if she didn’t foretell the death of multiple circus troupe members three separate times. Something is going on here, and you are determined to find out what- not only to save your job, but the lives of the other members of the troupe.

Evening Poems: Nature Girl

Field girl, field girl,
You belong to grass of the field
A gentle power you’ll wield
That many will seek to destroy
You have gold in your hair
Eyes of honey so fair
Dont let them take your heart.

Sea girl, sea girl,
Many will try to tread your depth
And come up short of breath
It is not your fault they never learnt to swim.
You have salt in your blood
For You are the flood
That bathes the world in blue.

Storm girl, storm girl.
Your voice is thunder
You’ll leave them to wonder,
Where your power lies.
There is force in your will,
Rain water does fill,
Your throat and spills through your eyes.

A Writer’s Night Routine to get Writing Done

Hey! It’s another “Routine” post! This routine is for when I get home early from work and want to get some writing done! Some times its hard for me to maintain focus in the evening because the temptation to distract myself by scrolling through my phone is a lot stronger at night buuuut this routine tends to help me stay on track. So here it is!

7:00pm – Drink water

Again, hydration helps clear your head.

7:30pm – Wash your face

Sometimes makeup makes my eyes feel “tired-er” so I like to wash my face and remove my makeup before getting started.

8:00pm – Get comfy and in your pajamas

Matching pajama sets are my Achille’s heel so I super enjoy this step.

8:15 pm – Unplug

Get rid of those distractions! Turn your phone off or put it in a different room!

8:30pm – Set up your space

Turn on as many lights as you think you need, get out any writing supplies as you think you need for note making. Basically just prepare your space in a way that will aid your focus!

8:35-9:30 or 10pm – Write for a half hour at least

10:00pm – Take a break for a light midnight snack

Or 10 ‘o clock snack. Just something light because you don’t want to have any trouble sleeping. I recommend fruit or a snack bar. I also recommend getting a warm drink during this break. It adds to the cozy.

10:00-10:30 or 11pm – Write some more

You’ve got this!

11:00pm – Call it a night!

Hopefully at this point you have around 1,000 words, but even if you don’t you’ve worked for a long while. Reward yourself and sleep well!

Evening Poems: Nest

I wish my brain would let me rest 

But instead its such a pest 

In my mind, it weaves a nest 

Threads of lies and old regrets.  

I pray to God this is a test 

Unwelcomed thoughts only a guest. 

A temporary, void distress. 

And not a permanent life long unrest.  

All these fears I have confessed. 

Yet I must act as if I’m blessed. 

Even if this weight I’ll detest. 

A burden to bear at his request.  

Evening Poems: Runaway

I just want to run away
And start something new
A blank slate of a town
Where I’m known by few.
And I want a new name
Maybe I’ll dye my hair red.
Go by Joselyn or maybe even Rebecca instead.
The new wardrobe is next
New jackets and dresses.
Leaving behind the old me and all her old messes.
I want a new apartment
That overlooks a city
Decorated in plants and decor I think is pretty.
But even if I did all this,
Would it even work?
You cant run from yourself and all that hurts.
Because even in a new town, new city, new flat, new name,
The heart that beats in my chest
Is still the same.

Evening Poems: The Ballroom of Fire

I’ve got on a gown of ash 

Come on darling, let’s look past.   

The room’s afire, windows alight.  

Orange flames against the night.  

They’re playing our song, 

Just dance along. 

A waltz in a ballroom of fire.   

The shadows weave against the wall 

A tragic dance- dont let me fall. 

In a ring of spark and ember. 

I’ll do my best to not remember  

This waltz in a ballroom of fire.  

The violins climb and then they sing.  

The fateful song in the halls do ring.  

The tiles are now stained with coal. 

My hands are black-this is the toll. 

Look at me, though the flames are higher.  

This is The Waltz in a ballroom of fire.  

The clock strikes- it is the end.  

The smell of smoke 

As time continues its endless march.  

Smoke is all I have to breath. 

Fire and flames are all I see. 

Is that a shadow-or is it your face? 

Your hand that I hold is my saving grace.  

As we Waltz in a ballroom of fire.  

Admist the crackle, a clock does chime. 

This is it- we’ve run out of time.  

All I ask is you hold my close.  

As we raise a glass of final toast.  

Of a night well spent in a ballroom of Fire.  

Writing Prompt: Souls in a Jar

A witch travels around the world, collecting and bartering over souls in jars. She ends up with quite a large collection. Until one day, her shelf containing every single fraction of a person, falls, smashing every bottle in the process. The souls and their owners are released but are left rather dazed. Tell me about this ragtag group and how they make their way in the world having missed years of their lives.