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college essays<br />
26<br />
Failing Successfully by Candace Moberly, Berea, KY<br />
My day in the sun had arrived – my magnum<br />
opus would be revealed. I had just delivered<br />
a memorized speech that I had labored over<br />
for weeks, and I was about to learn how the panel<br />
judged my performance. The polite but sparse audience<br />
leaned forward in their folding chairs. A hush<br />
fell across the room. The drum rolled (in my mind,<br />
anyway).<br />
The contest organizer announced the third-place<br />
winner. Alas, the name was not mine. Then he read<br />
the second-place winner, and once again it was<br />
not me. At last, the moment of truth came.<br />
Either I was about to bask in the warmth of<br />
victory or rue the last several months spent<br />
preparing. While neither of these came to<br />
pass, my heart felt closer to the latter.<br />
Losing is a part of life, and I have dealt<br />
with the emotional baggage that travels<br />
shotgun with it on more than one occasion. However,<br />
it was an indescribably underwhelming feeling to<br />
drive 200 miles round trip, get up obscenely early on<br />
a freezing Saturday morning, and yet still finish<br />
fourth out of four contestants. After Lincoln lost the<br />
1858 Illinois Senate race, he reportedly said, “I felt<br />
like the 12-year-old boy who stubbed his toe. I was<br />
too big to cry and it hurt too bad to laugh.” Oh yeah,<br />
I could relate.<br />
I had spent many hours in front of a computer and<br />
in libraries doing research for the Lincoln Bicentennial<br />
Speech Contest. As I pored over several biographies,<br />
one notion stood out: Lincoln was handed<br />
My Last Lecture by Kristine, Indianapolis, IN<br />
Each day in my World Literature<br />
class, we read a chapter or two<br />
aloud from The Last Lecture by<br />
Randy Pausch. As we read, I think<br />
about my life and try to decide what<br />
points I would make if I had to give a<br />
last lecture. This may sound silly,<br />
because I am so young – my life has<br />
been small compared to the lives of<br />
brilliant college professors – but I do<br />
it anyway.<br />
I think I would talk about my family<br />
and their impact on me. My parents<br />
have alcohol problems, so I guess that<br />
would be the most significant topic I<br />
could speak about, but it’s not exactly<br />
about me. I could also talk about my<br />
position as the managing editor of<br />
my high school newspaper and how<br />
important that is to me, how I spend<br />
hours in the journalism room coaching<br />
writers and trying to perfect the publication.<br />
That sounds a bit arrogant,<br />
though. I could mention the sports I<br />
used to play and how my passion<br />
faded as I became older, but that<br />
might sound like I was just trying to<br />
make excuses. By the time the bell<br />
rings, I always feel frustrated. I am so<br />
glad that I am not a college professor<br />
who is ready to retire. I wouldn’t<br />
know what to say.<br />
As I speculate, I get stuck on the<br />
idea that most people my age have at<br />
least something to talk about. I know<br />
someone who went to Africa to help<br />
children with AIDS, and another who<br />
Losing is<br />
a part<br />
of life<br />
took a month off school to go on a<br />
mission trip to Guatemala. Then<br />
there’s my friend Duncan, who is in a<br />
band that is currently producing its<br />
first album. That really impresses me;<br />
plus, the band is extraordinary. I go to<br />
concerts and come away feeling like a<br />
different person.<br />
I just haven’t done anything that<br />
huge. I have only been out of the<br />
country once, to Australia on a People<br />
to People Student Ambassadors trip,<br />
and I didn’t really do<br />
anything charitable<br />
there. I’m not in a band<br />
either, although Duncan<br />
did try to teach me the<br />
piano.<br />
The truth is, I just<br />
love to learn about life<br />
and people and then find a way to put<br />
it into words. It’s the most incredible<br />
feeling in the world stringing words<br />
together that sound right, that feel<br />
beautiful as they collect in the brain<br />
and flow through the fingers onto the<br />
page. But that’s not monumental<br />
enough to inspire people.<br />
This weekend, my dad and I drove<br />
five hours to visit a college. This really<br />
is impressive if you know my dad. He<br />
is 5'5" and weighs about 115 pounds.<br />
Nobody is sure of his exact weight<br />
since it is constantly decreasing. He<br />
doesn’t drive or go places anymore,<br />
but he made this trip with me. My<br />
family fights a lot, but this weekend<br />
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many sound defeats, but he never allowed them to<br />
(permanently) hinder his spirit or ambition. While I<br />
believe many history lessons can be applied to modern<br />
life, I hadn’t considered “the agony of defeat” as<br />
a historically valuable learning experience. I never<br />
dreamed I could relate to Lincoln! A president no<br />
less, and the greatest at that. I thought “failing<br />
successfully” was a very appropriate topic, given<br />
the many letdowns Lincoln experienced, and so this<br />
became the title of my speech.<br />
After not placing in the first year of the speech<br />
contest, I really wanted to compete again.<br />
Lincoln had been the epitome of persistence,<br />
so I was not going to give up on a contest<br />
about a historic individual who did not give<br />
up! I reworked my speech for the following<br />
year, and while I did not come in last, again<br />
I did not place. Some days you’re the dog,<br />
and some days you’re the hydrant, and this was<br />
definitely a hydrant day that brought me down for<br />
a while.<br />
I couldn’t accept the fact that I had failed twice<br />
in something that I had worked so hard on, until I<br />
contemplated the individual whom I’d spent so<br />
much time learning about. Never mind the lost<br />
prize money (ouch, major) and praise (ouch, minor)<br />
– I had learned, really learned, about a great man<br />
who had experienced failure and disappointment,<br />
and had many chances to give up. We remember<br />
Lincoln because he didn’t take this route; he didn’t<br />
throw lavish pity-parties, and he persevered to<br />
My dad’s<br />
weakness broke<br />
my heart<br />
my dad and I only had one short-lived<br />
argument.<br />
I cried three times during the trip.<br />
Once was when my dad fell asleep<br />
really early. I looked over at him, and<br />
he reminded me of a child curled up<br />
with the blankets pulled around his<br />
chin; he’s cold all the time. He looked<br />
so fragile and tiny. Sometimes I can be<br />
sarcastic or even mean, but I’m not a<br />
true pessimist. As I looked at my dad,<br />
I was overwhelmed with compassion.<br />
It just made me so sad.<br />
Once my dad beamed<br />
with joy and laughter,<br />
but now he hides within<br />
himself, even in his sleep.<br />
I know there is evil in<br />
humanity, but each time I<br />
think about hating anyone,<br />
I remember my dad – his addictions<br />
and his anger, but mostly his sadness.<br />
The next time I cried was on the<br />
actual tour. About halfway through,<br />
my dad began to fall behind the group.<br />
I noticed and turned back.<br />
“What’s wrong?” I asked.<br />
“Nothing,” he said, breathing heavily.<br />
“Don’t worry about me. If I knew<br />
where I was going, I’d just meet you at<br />
the car. Go ahead.”<br />
My dad’s weakness broke my heart.<br />
He’s 51, but looks 70. Instead of going<br />
ahead as he asked, I waited.<br />
The third time I cried was on the<br />
way home. A car was merging into my<br />
lane, and the driver didn’t see me. I<br />
become, according to many, the greatest American<br />
president.<br />
While I did not earn monetary awards as a result of<br />
this contest, I did gain a new perspective. Through<br />
learning about Lincoln, I discovered that I can fail<br />
successfully, and that it is possible to glean applicable<br />
wisdom from the lives of those who have come<br />
before us. Now, whenever I’m faced with a setback, I<br />
remember what Lincoln said after his unsuccessful<br />
1854 Senate race: “The path was worn and slippery.<br />
My foot slipped from under me, knocking the other<br />
out of the way, but I recovered and said to myself,<br />
‘It’s a slip and not a fall.’” ✎<br />
Photo by Hailey Jones, Lake Oswego, OR<br />
swear we almost died. This was the<br />
most memorable moment of my life.<br />
I began shaking and crying, and I<br />
looked at my dad. His face was blank;<br />
he wasn’t scared. Suddenly I thought<br />
of courage and The Things They Carried<br />
by Tim O’Brien, which we read<br />
in class. In the chapter entitled “On<br />
the Rainy River,” a boy my age was<br />
drafted to fight in the Vietnam War. He<br />
ran away, heading to Canada. When he<br />
got there, he stopped, cried, turned<br />
around, and went to war.<br />
In that moment with my dad, I didn’t<br />
really need courage; I only needed the<br />
common sense to get out of the way.<br />
My dad, though, needed courage more<br />
than anything. Like the boy wavering<br />
between the United States and Canada,<br />
he faced either life or death. I’m not<br />
sure which one he wanted at that<br />
moment. He told me to stop crying<br />
and watch the road. Finally I forced<br />
myself to stop, and my dad opened<br />
another can of beer.<br />
As great a story as this is, at least<br />
to me, I’m not sure if it’s last lecture<br />
material. I guess I obsess over this<br />
way too much. Besides, I’m tired, and<br />
I can still remember how peaceful my<br />
dad looked sitting in the car next to<br />
me as we zoomed down the interstate.<br />
Perhaps that’s enough for now. I may<br />
or may not see a smile like that on<br />
his face again. Maybe that’s my last<br />
lecture, my strongest desire; I want to<br />
keep my dad forever. ✎