Perfectionism was a simple way of life to follow for Nathan. His grades were sky-high, and made the smartest kids in the entire district jealous. He blew everyone out of the water in competitions revolving around academics, such as the spelling and geography bees. Everything including academics was an easy task for him--and it made him feel really good about himself. Only 1 kid can be the valedictorian, and he was proud to represent that. But on the flip side of that, getting anything wrong shocked him like a knife in an electric socket. When he got something wrong, he’d beg, plea, and cry for an excuse. It truly was an annoyance to hear, and it annoyed him internally, too. However, something bigger was going to happen than just a cry or a
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The room had a strange aura in it, as if the walls were staring at him with an intense glare. All the posters--which there were so many there wasn’t a spot on the wall where your hand could be placed without touching one--were covered with blood-red paper. The only things visible on the walls was the large American flag, whiteboard, and clock, which was messed up and the time was wrong, which was another strange occurrence. It was obviously test day. Mr. Lidiff’s face had also changed to one of concern as students started filing in, and was looking around rapidly, right leg jumping anxiously, holding a rolled up piece of paper with both hands. Once the last of the 28 students entered the class, Mr. Lidiff got off to a very quick …show more content…
Large amounts of memories of past people saying that came to him like a tsunami. His own thoughts came in for a second tidal wave in his mind. I really blew off those people who preached that message when I was young? I’ve been making the biggest mistake of my life these last 14 years--not accepting the mistakes I make. Huh, it truly is okay to make them. Just then, his tears died, the quivering lips of his reformed into a grand smile, and he proudly announced to his teacher, “Give me that paper.” And proceeded to correct his errors with newborn confidence and newfound knowledge, which put a content smile on both of their
The room had a strange aura in it, as if the walls were staring at him with an intense glare. All the posters--which there were so many there wasn’t a spot on the wall where your hand could be placed without touching one--were covered with blood-red paper. The only things visible on the walls was the large American flag, whiteboard, and clock, which was messed up and the time was wrong, which was another strange occurrence. It was obviously test day. Mr. Lidiff’s face had also changed to one of concern as students started filing in, and was looking around rapidly, right leg jumping anxiously, holding a rolled up piece of paper with both hands. Once the last of the 28 students entered the class, Mr. Lidiff got off to a very quick …show more content…
Large amounts of memories of past people saying that came to him like a tsunami. His own thoughts came in for a second tidal wave in his mind. I really blew off those people who preached that message when I was young? I’ve been making the biggest mistake of my life these last 14 years--not accepting the mistakes I make. Huh, it truly is okay to make them. Just then, his tears died, the quivering lips of his reformed into a grand smile, and he proudly announced to his teacher, “Give me that paper.” And proceeded to correct his errors with newborn confidence and newfound knowledge, which put a content smile on both of their