Learning to Fail and Failing to Learn
12 06 2008The greatest success in life is failure. The sentence is a paradox in itself but it’s also true. Take America’s Pastime, baseball, as an example. Just the other day Johnny Damon of the New York Yankees had a perfect 6 for 6 day, which means he had six hits in six appearances, a rare feat only accomplished by 64 other players. Perfect games (when a pitcher allows no baserunner to reach base during the whole game) are even a greater rarity having been pitched only 17 times in one day. Perfect days are celebrated all throughout baseball, the sad thing is it’s only for a day. For a day a select few get to rise from the ashes of mediocrity and get a taste of what it’s like to be immortal. Careers are an even greater example of failure. Ty Cobb, who was notorious of being one the most racist and vicious men ever to step on to a baseball field had a career batting average of .367. For those of you who don’t follow that means his total hits over his career plate appearances. .367. It’s a number set to be a standard for all baseball players but instead of saying Ty Cobb succeeded half the time why can’t we say that he had a .633 chance of failing to get a hit. That’s because we as humans are afraid of failures. We come to dread the feeling of defeat, knowing you couldn’t succeed in goals you set for yourself. Failing, in a sense, is the new ‘F-word’. But in reality if we choose to wake up, and only if, we will begin to realize through failure comes greater success.
The term failure has always been a associated as a dirty, filthy, god-forsaken, foul, and sometimes, a murderous word. The Oxford Dictionary defines failure as this:
” Lack of success“
That is complete and utter bullcrap. Failing is not a lack of success, as those brainiacs from Oxford say it to be, it is the road to success. The greatest success stories in life are built straight-up from failures. That’s what I learned from this class. To be
truly successful we have to learn from our failures. That’s what differentiates the success stories from the so called failed ones. So what is my definition of a failure? For me, a failure is somebody who failed yes, but somebody who failed and didn’t learn from it - they merely sat there scratching their heads wondering what went haywire. Looking back on my past blog posts (which I exported all to my normal one The Sushi Bar) I succeed as a writer because I learned. I learned sentence patterns, beautification, and the little things that held me back from fully achieving my potential. Here’s a snippet from what I wrote on my first blog post: Comedy and the Web.
“Boredom always seems to get the best of everyone, even when they’re on the web - it’s an inevitable feeling in life. To somehow get rid of such boredom, one usually goes to youtube (if you haven’t heard of it get informed!!!). There’s basically everything on youtube, funny videos, useless videos, and even the occasional weird videos. To be famous on youtube is another story. To stand out between the millions of videos that are uploaded each day is a task easier said than done. Guess what? I’m gonna be one of them.
I’ve always loved comedy - the amount of jokes that can me made and done has always fascinated me.“
The first thing that popped into my head when I read this was “I wrote that piece of crap?!“. The sad reality is I did and the happy reality is I improved. Based on first impressions, the writing absolutely sucks, sucks like a baby licking on one of those big-assed lollipops. The second impression (actually my first) was that the title is lame, really lame. And that it sounds something like a tailor-made Disney movie. But I looked at this writing and I felt good. It shouldn’t have been the sensation I should have been having but I was genuinely happy I got this far as a writer in a span of five months. This class taught me writing is not a tool for getting ‘A’s’ its a skill to be used for everyday life - it’s an art. I walked into this class having writing as a mere footnote of my abilities and I walk out knowing I know wield a more defined sense of purpose with my keyboard.
I like to think of myself not just as a thinker, but a critical thinker. I have always thought this and I walked
into this class with that status as well. Mr. Burell put more things in my head. He had me question the school system and the true meaning of learning. In school I memorized. In this class I learned. The thing that differs from this class is that everyone is pursuing a different topic and it makes us think what we want, not the school. It’s like the book 1984 by George Orwell, people were brainwashed into thinking the same thing. School is the power, we are the servants, this class is our outlet. I began to think about myself as a person and now know I truly appreciate what this class has done for me, perhaps later I could appreciate it more.
Now I made four videos in five months. That’s not a lot considering how much me and Mr. Burell expected out of myself. I was suppose to be this class’s star turned out to be the biggest fluke. It’s a sad reality I’ve come to accept. But, I like to say I gained more than I learned. For this whole class I seemed to be indulged in the unique experience of doing what I wanted I seemed not able to handle that luxury. I wanted my videos to be perfect, stressing quality over quantity, Mr. Burell wanted quantity saying that we learn from our mistakes. As usual he was right. I started to be more causing penning scripts and improvising myself on camera, some worked and some didn’t - but the ones that did made it on the web. It taught me more about failure. Don’t afraid of failure as
long as you are willing to learn from them. Which got me thinking, the most successful people in life are those with experience. How do you get that. By failing. So my message to the WWW is this LEARN TO FAIL AND FAIL TO LEARN.
Unlike every other person in this free world I don’t do facebook (not yet anyway). I had no idea of what Twitter was and did. The only thing that me remotely close to ‘networking’ was the comments I left under videos on YouTube. Like I said I’m a clueless person. The reason for that was partly because I was afraid. Afraid of interacting with strangers. Afraid of saying dumb things. Afraid. But this class turned me from afraid to brave. I read people’s blogs, I post some stuff on Twitter, and I leave comments on every webpage I come across. I learned from this class that the only reason I was afraid was because I wasn’t interacting with the right people. I learned that by actually conversing with people who share a common interest we are able to do so much more. The web is not a gathering of people with corrupted interests but rather a community of living, breathing, moving people who genuinely care for people across the globe. I’m grateful I learned that.
I think my greatest problem is not being able to solve problems. It’s not just me it’s everybody. No one in this world is a perfect problem solver, we are problem causers (take the President for example). But, the only when we admit defeat, only when we are able to acknowledge that we were wrong and they were right are we able to be true problem solvers. To be problem solver we have to think critically, be smart, and learn to accept failure. It’s no coincidence that these are the exact same qualities we learned in English Seminar. This class taught us, not in the conventional manner, but in things we will actually need for life and I am grateful I leanrned the things I did.
Lastly I would just like to thank Mr. Burell for actually teaching us over the semester. I have truly evolved from a 20th century boy into a 21st century one. I also would like maybe periodically contribute to the Students 2.0 blog. Let me know and I hope we will keep in touch.
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$25,000 salary, a run down car, and a single room apartment. I choose not to walk that road, instead I want to be different - special. I don’t want to live like crap, I don’t want to waste my time playing games and sleeping, and I don’t want to waste the 


one life I am given. But, I want to write - and a blog allows me to write whatever the hell I want to. I may not be famous, I may not be funny, but I will be writing.







here typing these very words. This class gives me a chance to do something I truly desire and chances are I will never get this sort of opportunity again. So, I’m going to grab onto this chance and never let go.