My Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose was a math grade. What? A math grade? How would a math grade greatly affect someone? Coming from someone who has gotten straight “A’s” in all her classes, a math grade - a low “C” - would probably cause lots of commotion. Friday, one more day until the weekend and my birthday. After first period’s geometry test, I can relax and just patiently wait for Mr. Keem to post the grades tonight. My classmates and I all frantically pulled out our notes and began reviewing with each other. People screamed across the room and scrambled around to ask questions. Despite everyone’s panicked voices and the whooshing sound of the papers flying all over the place, I could hear my heart beating quickly. The loud and heavy thumping
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The bell to signal the end of first period rang. I heard Mr. Keem’s voice telling us to all put our pencils down and turning it in, but I didn’t care. My eyes were on my test as I tried to check all my answers before I left. I could feel the sweat on my hands trickling down, and my paper became wrinkled with sweat. I quickly turned it in and packed up. I knew I didn’t study as much, but I still felt confident. I probably did miss a few points, but it wouldn’t kill me. The minute I stepped out of Mr. Keem’s door, I began searching for my classmates, but I had to rush to second period. Throughout the entire day, I checked answers with everyone. The more I checked, the more unsteady I felt. It was till the point that I started calculating the amount of points I would be docked. Oh, I probably got a B, it’s alright. That was my conclusion after thoroughly calculating my possible errors. With that positive note in mind, I managed to somewhat calmly pass the school …show more content…
She told me how I should always do extra practice and study more, even if I feel confident. “There is no such thing called over-studying because you can always learn more. However, if you study too little, then that’s the issue,” my mom explained. I knew my mom was a little disappointed with me, but she ended the lecture by telling me to stop crying and accepting my mistake, for it is okay to fail. It may not seem like a caring action, but it deeply touched me. Even if my legs were a little numb for standing and my face felt wrinkled with tears, my mom’s words of wisdom helped me see the light during the dark times. Now, my heart rate returned to normal, and I no longer felt sorrow and despair over one grade. I dragged myself upstairs and heaved myself onto my bed, burrowing my face inside my blankets. Afterwards, I grabbed my phone and opened up my Skype. 739 messages. I opened up my messages to see all my classmates sharing their grades. I skimmed through the messages only to find out that probably 90% of the class did better than me. What added another knife into my already dying soul was when one of my classmates complained about getting a 94. I wanted to burst into tears again, but I held it in. It’s okay, people will always do better than you. As long as I try harder next time, I will also get a good grade. My little self motivation helped me end the day on a happier
The bell to signal the end of first period rang. I heard Mr. Keem’s voice telling us to all put our pencils down and turning it in, but I didn’t care. My eyes were on my test as I tried to check all my answers before I left. I could feel the sweat on my hands trickling down, and my paper became wrinkled with sweat. I quickly turned it in and packed up. I knew I didn’t study as much, but I still felt confident. I probably did miss a few points, but it wouldn’t kill me. The minute I stepped out of Mr. Keem’s door, I began searching for my classmates, but I had to rush to second period. Throughout the entire day, I checked answers with everyone. The more I checked, the more unsteady I felt. It was till the point that I started calculating the amount of points I would be docked. Oh, I probably got a B, it’s alright. That was my conclusion after thoroughly calculating my possible errors. With that positive note in mind, I managed to somewhat calmly pass the school …show more content…
She told me how I should always do extra practice and study more, even if I feel confident. “There is no such thing called over-studying because you can always learn more. However, if you study too little, then that’s the issue,” my mom explained. I knew my mom was a little disappointed with me, but she ended the lecture by telling me to stop crying and accepting my mistake, for it is okay to fail. It may not seem like a caring action, but it deeply touched me. Even if my legs were a little numb for standing and my face felt wrinkled with tears, my mom’s words of wisdom helped me see the light during the dark times. Now, my heart rate returned to normal, and I no longer felt sorrow and despair over one grade. I dragged myself upstairs and heaved myself onto my bed, burrowing my face inside my blankets. Afterwards, I grabbed my phone and opened up my Skype. 739 messages. I opened up my messages to see all my classmates sharing their grades. I skimmed through the messages only to find out that probably 90% of the class did better than me. What added another knife into my already dying soul was when one of my classmates complained about getting a 94. I wanted to burst into tears again, but I held it in. It’s okay, people will always do better than you. As long as I try harder next time, I will also get a good grade. My little self motivation helped me end the day on a happier