I fail every day in the little things like 'I forgot to empty the cat box' or 'I wore my underwear inside out all day.' But failure in the BIG things is pretty rare for me. It only happens when I step outside my box and reach for something new. I love a challenge. I love the feeling of learning, working, struggling, and coming out on top.
I've had a lot of success.
My accomplishments include:
- Yearbook Editor
- Spanish Club President
- Golf Team Captain
- High School Valedictorian
- Bachelor's Degree
- Master's Degree
- Won UIL, MathCounts, and Future City competitions and awards
- Married to the man of my dreams
- World of Warcraft Guild Leader of a Top 200 US ranked guild
- Bought the perfect house
- 3 beautiful kids and a TON of parenting milestones
- Gotten every job I have ever still wanted after the interview
- And too many more to list . . ..
The last failure of this magnitude that I can remember was in the 7th grade (over 20 years ago). I tried out for cheerleader. I was not cute, terribly athletic, or perky in any way, but I saw those cool girls and wanted to be one of them. I went to a few classes and thought I knew what I was doing, but I was in way over my head. I came home, cried, and thought the world was ending. (I was a preteen girl - the world WAS ending!) My parents helped me to see that the world was not in fact ending, but that there would be other opportunities. After some mourning, I got busy - I attended cheer classes, tumbling clinics, practices, and anything else I could for an entire year. And the next year, I tried out again and made the squad. While I still get that sick to my stomach feeling when I think back to that day of finding out that I didn't make it the first time, I'm now glad for the experience because it taught me how to fail - and fail hard - and still bounce back. And as an adult looking back, I can see that I am a better person for it.
I'm so glad that I have the guts to try - to go for it - to stretch myself into new territory. I'm used to great success and little else. In fact, so used to it that I've forgotten what it feels like to fail.
To be fair, I knew I was reaching on this one before I even started. I have been playing Magic for less than a year. Many players were playing when I was in 7th grade - literally. Most players testing for judge certification have played a lot more Magic than me, for a lot more years. It's a complicated game. It has a lot of complex rules to memorize and even more intricate interactions among those rules. I have studied - a lot. I have done everything I knew to do including asking others to help, reading the rules online, taking practice tests, playing JudgeTower, following forums, interacting with other judges, and trying to immerse myself in the mindset of a judge. While I learned many, many things, it wasn't enough.
I failed.
And that's ok. I knew going in that rules were not my strong suit. I was still struggling with some concepts that I needed to know. I also had some misconceptions in my head form mistakes I made while studying. In the end, I failed by 2%, which means I was close, but I didn't get there.
My judge mentor said, "I think you are ready for the task in attitude. And that is what makes great judges, not all the v rules stuff. :-)"[sic] While his undeserved compliment certainly assuaged my bruised ego, it also led to some serious introspection. I 'studied' the wrong things. I worried about how judges look, how they act, and how they interact because I was worried about the interview. I was worried that this man would see me, a female new player, as not worthy of being a judge. I tried to figure out what questions he would ask me and how to answer them to convince him of my worth. Looking back, my efforts paid off, and I must have seemed fairly competent because he only asked me 1 question, "Do you have any questions for me?" Needless to say, I had no idea how to answer that one. There were millions of them running through my head - tricky rules interactions, queries about working at larger events, fears of handling tough situations, details of infractions, and even wondering about the possibility of further advancement - but I didn't dare ask any of them right then. He was busy simultaneously working with 4 judges/candidates and I was too nervous to think clearly, so I just took the test.
But I didn't know the rules well enough to pass. I missed 3 questions about the exact same mechanic, giving the same incorrect answer 3 times. I missed 2 questions by not reading carefully enough. I missed 2 more questions by just getting them wrong. And the last question I missed my mentor said he would have chosen the same answer as me. So overall, I missed enough things in enough different ways to conclusively say that it was me - not the test, bad questions, weird wording, or any other reason.
I would actually guess that the rules test is a 'non-issue' with many judge candidates because the longer you play the game, the more rules you learn, which leaves me, the new player, at a decided disadvantage of my own making.
So while I could use this time for anger, frustration, sadness, or laying blame, I think I'll skip all of those and do what I did 20+ years ago when I failed. I'll pick myself up and go study the rules a little harder, because when the opportunity to test comes up again, I will be prepared.
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