Describe a time when you felt disappointed with yourself
Most people would say that we were delinquents and they were right. My friends were mostly tall with well-built bodies and had all sorts of hair colors you could imagine. Words that I would describe them include “easy-going”, “reliable “and “independent”, but my teachers thought otherwise. For them, my friends were violent rascals. I gave them the benefit of the doubt as I knew they only behaved like that because they were abused in their childhood.
Some also describe my friends as very vulgar and rough. Due to their addiction to smoking and drinking, their attendance in school were very poor. The fact that I happened to have the same bad record as them made me interested in being friends with them. Their happy-go-lucky attitude also made me feel a good sense of belonging and comfort when I was with them and we became very close.
Despite that, I had a nagging suspicion that they were in a gang although they never mentioned it to me. However, when I least expected it, they asked me to join their gang. I was surprised by their sudden invitation to join their gang. Thoughts ran through my mind, and I was in a dilemma. I weighed the pros and cons and came to a conclusion. They were my best friends but finally, I knew it was better not to get involved with these activities as they could ruin my entire life. I did not want to play with fire as I knew of the consequences if things should go wrong. I declined their invitation.
On the same day, I went home still unsure about my choice. The moment I stepped into the house, my parents started to shout and scold me about my behavior, terrible results and school attendance. Red heat of anger filled me.
"You do not care about my well-being so you do not have the right to scold me unlike my friends who have always stood by me!" I bellowed furiously.
My parents constantly criticised my friends for their behaviour because they were members of a gang and that we were worlds apart because I was not like them.
"You can join them if you think that they are better than us!" my parents screamed.
The temperature in the house seemed to rise as my balled fists started to turn white at my knuckles and veins throbbed at my temples. I flared up and stormed out of the house without another word. The first person that came into my mind was my best friend, Sam, as I knew he would take me in. I was right.
I related my story to him and yet again, he persuaded me to join the gang. They were concerned about all their members and were like a big family. That sounded appealing to me, so I decided to take the risk as I really wanted a "family". Just then, it felt as if the whole world was on my side and all was right again.
The first few months were enjoyable as it all went smoothly but things started to get serious as the days went by. Tension rose between our gang and a rival one, and finally it happened. A big fight broke out. The scene was chaotic. There were many people cursing, slashing and killing. Blood was spilt all over and I was caught in the middle of the most horrendous scene I had ever witnessed. By the time I realised what I was doing, it was too late. I stood rooted to the ground, paralysed with fear. My hands were stained with blood and there were dismembered limbs and dead bodies lying all around.
The next few events happened so fast I could hardly remember it. I found myself handcuffed and thrown into a cold dark cell. Memories of the fight kept replaying in my mind like a broken tape out to haunt me. My "brothers" who had sworn to protect me had left me defenseless on my own while they fled. I felt disappointed in my misplaced trust. Falling to my knees, I clutched my head in despair.
Looking around at the four concrete wall, I felt the fear of solitude overpowering me, bringing my life to an abrupt halt.
The days crawled by without a moment not regretting my actions. A loud clap of thunder peeled in the sky and wind howled its objection into the air leaving a ringing sound in my ear and breaking me out of my reverie, I eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
On the third day, my parents visited me. My mother looked haggard and there were dark circles under her puffy eyes. My father looked disheveled which was rare, because he was always well-groomed and presentable. With a raspy throat, I only uttered a single word. Sorry. My head drooped and a lone tear rolled down my cheek. Tears welled up in their eyes and began falling like rivulets. Seeing them in this state made me realise what a disappointment I had been to them.
I could have chosen an easier path with a comfortable life by studying and working hard to take care of my parents. Instead, I chose the wrong path. Now, my parents were not the only ones disappointed in me, I was disappointed with myself. I vowed that starting from this moment on, I would change for the better and strive to make my parents proud.
Currently, I am working as a Chief Executive Officer (CEO) in one of the most well-known business industries. Looking back, the disappointment I had faced and the dreaded regret I felt for choosing the wrong path motivated me to become a better person and it made me want to work harder for my dream job. My life's biggest disappointment was one that would scar me for life but it had created a new future for myself. From all the disappointments and regrets, I gained a life lesson that can be shared with the world.
Some also describe my friends as very vulgar and rough. Due to their addiction to smoking and drinking, their attendance in school were very poor. The fact that I happened to have the same bad record as them made me interested in being friends with them. Their happy-go-lucky attitude also made me feel a good sense of belonging and comfort when I was with them and we became very close.
Despite that, I had a nagging suspicion that they were in a gang although they never mentioned it to me. However, when I least expected it, they asked me to join their gang. I was surprised by their sudden invitation to join their gang. Thoughts ran through my mind, and I was in a dilemma. I weighed the pros and cons and came to a conclusion. They were my best friends but finally, I knew it was better not to get involved with these activities as they could ruin my entire life. I did not want to play with fire as I knew of the consequences if things should go wrong. I declined their invitation.
On the same day, I went home still unsure about my choice. The moment I stepped into the house, my parents started to shout and scold me about my behavior, terrible results and school attendance. Red heat of anger filled me.
"You do not care about my well-being so you do not have the right to scold me unlike my friends who have always stood by me!" I bellowed furiously.
My parents constantly criticised my friends for their behaviour because they were members of a gang and that we were worlds apart because I was not like them.
"You can join them if you think that they are better than us!" my parents screamed.
The temperature in the house seemed to rise as my balled fists started to turn white at my knuckles and veins throbbed at my temples. I flared up and stormed out of the house without another word. The first person that came into my mind was my best friend, Sam, as I knew he would take me in. I was right.
I related my story to him and yet again, he persuaded me to join the gang. They were concerned about all their members and were like a big family. That sounded appealing to me, so I decided to take the risk as I really wanted a "family". Just then, it felt as if the whole world was on my side and all was right again.
The first few months were enjoyable as it all went smoothly but things started to get serious as the days went by. Tension rose between our gang and a rival one, and finally it happened. A big fight broke out. The scene was chaotic. There were many people cursing, slashing and killing. Blood was spilt all over and I was caught in the middle of the most horrendous scene I had ever witnessed. By the time I realised what I was doing, it was too late. I stood rooted to the ground, paralysed with fear. My hands were stained with blood and there were dismembered limbs and dead bodies lying all around.
The next few events happened so fast I could hardly remember it. I found myself handcuffed and thrown into a cold dark cell. Memories of the fight kept replaying in my mind like a broken tape out to haunt me. My "brothers" who had sworn to protect me had left me defenseless on my own while they fled. I felt disappointed in my misplaced trust. Falling to my knees, I clutched my head in despair.
Looking around at the four concrete wall, I felt the fear of solitude overpowering me, bringing my life to an abrupt halt.
The days crawled by without a moment not regretting my actions. A loud clap of thunder peeled in the sky and wind howled its objection into the air leaving a ringing sound in my ear and breaking me out of my reverie, I eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
On the third day, my parents visited me. My mother looked haggard and there were dark circles under her puffy eyes. My father looked disheveled which was rare, because he was always well-groomed and presentable. With a raspy throat, I only uttered a single word. Sorry. My head drooped and a lone tear rolled down my cheek. Tears welled up in their eyes and began falling like rivulets. Seeing them in this state made me realise what a disappointment I had been to them.
I could have chosen an easier path with a comfortable life by studying and working hard to take care of my parents. Instead, I chose the wrong path. Now, my parents were not the only ones disappointed in me, I was disappointed with myself. I vowed that starting from this moment on, I would change for the better and strive to make my parents proud.
Currently, I am working as a Chief Executive Officer (CEO) in one of the most well-known business industries. Looking back, the disappointment I had faced and the dreaded regret I felt for choosing the wrong path motivated me to become a better person and it made me want to work harder for my dream job. My life's biggest disappointment was one that would scar me for life but it had created a new future for myself. From all the disappointments and regrets, I gained a life lesson that can be shared with the world.