During 6th grade, I had learned the importance of not giving up. Throughout the year, school got more difficult. But this time, I wasn't prepared. School was easy for me until I began not understanding what was being taught. In math class, my teacher was teaching us coordinate planes. No matter what I tried, I just couldn't understand. I tried to work harder, but my mind was blank every time we did an activity. It seemed like my mind has even wiped clean, My pencil hardly moved an inch and I spent most to the period staring at the clock. Eventually, I got tired of trying so I started to slack off and not pay attention. I still tried to get a good grade in that class, but I knew I wasn't giving
