In my first year in high school, biology is the hardest subject I have.
It is even harder than Algebra even though some people think the opposite of that.
On the first test I got 74 out of 100. I was really sad and mad. I was thinking that I would do worse the next time. Even my mom was mad at me because she is a science teacher. She was mournful because of that bad grade. But because of what happened next I believed that I was getting smarter.
On the second test I got an 89 out of 100! I was happy, not because of that grade but because I got a higher one than the last time. My mom was happier than last time too.
On the next test I got a 96 out of 100. I was super happy and of course my mom was too and because of that I believed more and more that I was smart and I’m getting smarter too.
What happened next made me extremely happy.
On the fourth test I got 98 out of 100! I was completely happy.
I was scared about the semester exam. I didn’t know what to do or to study. There was too much information to “study” I was having to study four tests so I could succeed on the semester exam.
My teachers didn’t stop telling me that I would get a good grade, and I kept telling them that I was scared of the semester exam.
The problem was that Biology required too much studying and it was too much information.
I took the Biology semester exam and finally I got 99 out of 100! I couldn’t believe that I got that grade!
I was super crazy happy and my mom and dad too. That showed me I’m smart and I believed what my teacher had told me every day.
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