Week 14 Reflection: How have you learned from failure?
Initially, this is going to a very cliche story, but sometimes living a cliche is the best learning experience. ☺
When I was a senior in high school, I dreamed of attending Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles, California. I had been thinking about it since I was a sophomore and was excited to start an adventure in California. I wanted to be in California because I knew that I wanted to go into the arts and entertainment. I visited the school as a senior and it only confirmed my desire to go there even more.
Well, turns out there was a different plan for me and I was not accepted into LMU. I was embarrassed. I was confused. I was angry. But, most importantly I was absolutely heartbroken.
Fast forward four years later as I approach my graduation from Marquette University. I have realized that not getting into LMU (what I saw as failure) is possibly one of my greatest successes.
If I had gone to LMU instead of Marquette, I would not have received an education that I have remained engaged and appreciative of from the beginning. If I had gone to LMU instead of Marquette, I would not have had my time on MUTV allowing me to gain first hand experience of being in front of a camera for three years. If I had gone to LMU instead of Marquette, I would not have joined The Studio 013 Refugees and created some of my most fond college memories. If I had gone to LMU instead of Marquette, I would not have studied abroad at City University in London and allowed for the opportunity to learn more about myself and the world simaltaneously. If I had gone to LMU instead of Marquette, I would not have experienced Marquette MARDI GRAS, a service trip that has been nothing short of inspirational.
If I had gone to LMU instead of Marquette, I would not have met the people who have impacted me here for the past four years. I would not have met Cassidy, a woman of grace and humility. Somebody who I look to as a role model. Somebody who has inspired me since the first day I met her. I would not have met Maggie, a woman of integrity and confidence. Somebody who is constantly giving her time, energy, and smiles to others. I would not have met Kristen, a woman of influence and dreams. Somebody who is a natural leader and loyal friend. I would not have met Liz, a woman unlike anybody else I know. Somebody filled with humor and the ability to tell powerful stories. I would not have met Joe, somebody who stayed up with me on many occasions throughout my college career to pull an all nighter even if he had no assignments to do. I would not have met Andew, somebody who literally stood on top of a roof with me and waited forty five minutes until I finally found the courage to not be afraid of heights in that moment and climb down. I would not have met people like Cesar, somebody who started out as a partner for a project who has become one of my dearest friends at school.
This list could go on and on and I have left out many important people. But, the point is: I met these people in many different ways and at many different times throughout my college experience…but had I not gone to this school I would not have known any of them.
If I went to LMU instead of Marquette, I would not have the experience of seeing all of the trees down Wisconsin Ave change with the seasons. I would not have had the experience of perfoming in Marquette Hall room 200. I would not have had the experience of standing with members of the New Orleans community and the Marquette community around me. I would not have the experience of viewing the sunrise at the lake.
I was really upset when I did not get into my dream school. But, I am now really upset leaving the school that originally was my “second choice.” I guess what they say is true about second being the best…