An essay on a failed experience for sixth grade, about 500 words

The test results were sent out, and I experienced another failure. The important thing is that I disappointed my mother again. There is already a certain gap between my results and others. The following is a "500-word essay on a failure experience for sixth grade" compiled by me for your reference only. You are welcome to read it. A 500-word essay on a failure experience for sixth grade (1)

Our experiences are colorful, including happy, unforgettable, and sad. I had a failed experience, but it still makes me happy when I think about it.

That time, my mother was coming back from a business trip, and I planned to give her a big surprise - make a fruit cake by myself.

I followed the instructions on TV, first prepared the ingredients, mixed flour, eggs, honey, sugar and water, then started preparing the fruits. There are big yellow oranges in the kitchen, which are exactly what I want! I put the orange on the chopping board, held the kitchen knife hard with my right hand, pressed the orange hard with my left hand, and beat a snare drum in my heart: Don't cut it! Since it was my first time to use a kitchen knife, it felt a little awkward in my hands. I thought to myself: Mom uses you every day, why is it that it doesn’t work in my hands today? It’s true that “looking at flowers is easier than embroidering”! After a lot of effort, I finally finished cutting the big orange. I proudly put those small pieces into the batter, added some apple cubes and raisins, and started baking!

I poured the prepared batter into the mold, put it in the oven, and adjusted it to 180 degrees for 60 minutes. "Ding bell..." It's time! The cake exudes a tempting aroma.

My mother arrived home. Before I had a chance to taste it, I put the freshly baked cake on the table. My mother happily took a bite, but frowned. I immediately asked: "Mom, isn't it delicious?" "It's delicious, but it's a little bitter. Maybe there's too much honey, but don't be discouraged. Find out the reason and just make it a few more times!"

Through this experience of baking a cake, I understand: Failure is the mother of success. Before making a cake next time, I will first check the information, ask others for advice, and then sum up the lessons of this failure. I will definitely be able to Make delicious cakes! A failure experience essay for sixth grade, 500 words (2)

For me, success is extremely "lack", because the number of times I succeed is not many, and it is very few. Failure often "comes" to me. Every failure is too numb for me to mention, but the experience of one failure often comes to my mind.

That was when I was in fourth grade. The teacher asked me to write an essay about reading. I wrote it, and the title was "I read, I am happy". The next day, the teacher looked at my composition and said that I had written too little, so I hurriedly rewrote it. The teacher read the second article and said, "This is pretty much it. You can take it to a few classmates to revise it together. Once you've revised it, bring it to me and I'll send it to the newspaper for you." I revised it and took it seriously again. I literally copied it from scratch and gave it to the teacher. (? Suzhou Wanda Corporate Services - Wanda Literature?)

At that time, I ordered "Reading", with twelve volumes per year. The teacher said that my articles might be published in "Reading", and asked me to publish them every time. I have to flip through every volume to see if there are any articles of mine in it. I have flipped through almost every volume. I have been waiting for several months, but I still haven’t found my page. I was so sad that I crawled on the table and cried. The teacher came over, stroked my head and said, "Don't cry. Failure is a common occurrence in military affairs. Even generals can fail, let alone you." I tasted the taste of failure, which was very bitter. I finally understand now: everyone will experience failure, and failure is the mother of success. Only by experiencing failure first can you reap the fruits of success. A 500-word essay on a failed experience for sixth grade (3)

Life is rich and colorful. In our lives, joy, anger, sorrow and joy are all a cup of tea in life. Whether it is success or failure, it will leave us with Make a deep impression. So now I will tell you about my failure!

I remember it was a bright morning, with a few white clouds floating in the sky. I went to school as usual, carrying my schoolbag and humming a tune. I was so happy! The breeze blows, the willow branches dance for me, the flowers nod for me, and the birds sing for me.

Soon we arrived at school, and the teacher mysteriously told us that there would be a rope skipping competition in the afternoon. The students were all very happy, but I was the only one who was unhappy. Why was that? Because I can't jump rope.

I didn’t listen to a word of the class all morning, and I kept thinking about the rope skipping competition in the afternoon.

The afternoon came quickly, and the students were practicing on the playground with their beloved skipping ropes, but I didn’t care to look at these colorful skipping ropes. I just kept thinking about what I should do. What should we do...

As soon as the whistle blew, the game started, and the students all achieved good results. Soon it was my turn. My heart was beating hard. I finally managed to beat one, but the time was already up.

I know I got the last one. From then on, I paid attention to sports and began to practice skipping desperately. I will always remember that rope skipping competition. It always reminds me: "That time, I failed!" That time I failed...＇＇I always thought that no matter how long the road ahead is, if you work hard, it will be wonderful...A failed experience essay for sixth grade, 500 words (4)

That was a failed attempt. In the long river of memory, there are countless things that either make you sad or make you happy. They are like the stones in this river. As the waves of time keep grinding away, some may be washed away. Walk, but some heavy stones will always be left in the long river of memory. Now, what I want to talk about is an incident that remains in my memory and refuses to leave.

You are thirteen years old and you can’t even cook. It is as insignificant as a bowl of water in the ocean. To be honest, I am one of them.

In the morning, I spent a lot of effort to open my hazy sleepy eyes. When I walked to the desk, I found a note underneath. When I opened it, it read:

Daughter, my mother has something to do today. She will not come home for lunch. Breakfast has been prepared. Please put it away. On the table, remember to eat when you wake up! Just make lunch yourself! The dish is in the refrigerator.

After reading this note, my eyes widened! What? Did you make a mistake? I have never cooked before! Alas! Consider yourself unlucky!

According to my habit, I came to the study room, "suffered" until 11 o'clock, and lay on the sofa to rest. After a while, my brother gave me an idea. I was not planning to cook, alas! "You let me die, I have to die. I slowly came to the "battlefield"--the kitchen, opened the "explosive library"--the refrigerator, and started to choose the "weapons"---dishes. Finally, I I chose tomatoes, eggs and cold noodles as "weapons" and rice as "bullets". I washed the rice and cooked it in the microwave. I was going to use tomatoes and eggs to make tomato and egg soup. I won't talk about the cold noodles. ! I mixed the eggs like my mother did, washed the tomatoes, cut them into slices, and boiled the water. I tasted the tomato and egg soup, and I didn’t put in the salt yet! I added half a spoonful of salt and mixed the cold noodles with seasonings, and the "Dingling" rice was ready. What a great harvest! When I opened the microwave, I was stunned. The rice I had cooked was just that. The uncooked rice is a little hot. Remember, I forgot to add water when cooking! Don't worry about it. I have other dishes to fill my stomach. Friends, remember, as long as you work hard, you can make a rainbow. You will definitely succeed, as long as you try, you will succeed, because "the past is the lesson for the future"! A 500-word essay on a failed experience for sixth grade (5)

The life of primary school is far away from us. Go, we are about to face a new challenge - middle school. Choosing a good middle school means that we have taken the first step towards college.

When the transcript of the primary school graduation exam is issued. After I came down, I felt a little excited: 90 in Chinese, 98 in mathematics, and 96 in English. I was still satisfied with my grades in the 6 years of elementary school. Then the teacher announced: As long as there are outstanding students in the three subjects, they can apply for XX Foreign Language. In school, I saw that I had already entered the top three, so I applied for it, but...

When I took the foreign language test, I felt that my condition was not very good. So I didn't have much hope for this. After the exam results were announced, I checked online. I was shocked by this number. I only scored 87 points on the 250-point exam, which was equivalent to 30 points. I have to admit: I failed.

After the failure, I reflected at home: Why did I do so poorly? I didn't think I would pass the exam, but no matter what, it wouldn't be so bad, right? Seeing that many of my classmates who usually don’t study well did better than me this time, I felt really unspeakably uncomfortable. When people asked me what my score was, I didn’t dare to tell them the truth, so I had to prevaricate. I don’t know. This time I summarized several reasons for my failure:

1. I was too careless before the exam. Although I knew that there would be questions such as finding patterns or memory, I But he turned a blind eye, made no preparations, and was not familiar with this examination method at all.

2. I was too anxious during the exam and did not listen carefully when listening to the study materials. As a result, I could not write the questions for the subsequent exams.

Third, I had the wrong mentality when taking the exam. I felt that it didn’t matter whether I passed or not, so I didn’t give my best.

For the above reasons, I will make corrections from now on. I believe that I will not make the same mistakes again in three years!