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A Change Failure, need one say any more? That’s what I was last year. I didn’t even make regional competition. Who’s to say this year is going to be any different. This year I wanted it to be different than all the other instances in my life, just once. Was that asking too much, or was that just how it was and would always be for me? For once I am going to work my tail off and make it to regionals. My advisor gave me practice tests so that I could take them home and work on them when I had free time. I worked on them a little bit; realizing that I was a little on the rusty side. There were quite a few things that I had forgotten from the time I had taken the computer classes, two years ago. Regionals got closer, and I hadn’t done much to prepare. My friend, Erica who was going to try out for the competition too decided that we should go in for the early morning practices to get ready. I knew she was serious about doing it, and I knew she would drag me there asleep if she had to. So, I pretty much had no choice in the matter. I didn’t really understand her desire because she wasn’t much of a business, computer kind of person; let alone someone that would be interested in a Business Professionals of America (BPA) competition. Every other morning for the next three weeks we headed to school an hour early and did old tests from the years before. I hated it; it was a waste of time. I didn’t make it last year so why would this year be any different than the others? I didn’t even get to go to regionals last year. That’s how bad I had done. How is coming in every morning going to make a world of a difference anyway? Yet I kept going. I worked on the stuff I didn’t know how to do with one of my advisors, Mr.
Approximate Word count = 1309
Approximate Pages = 5.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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