When I Was Younger

When I was younger, I was never a leader or president of my class. I was very meek and shy, but I had bad grades. I didn't like school because it was boring. The teachers were nice but boring. I didn't like math, grammar and natural science. My grades were low. My teachers always said to me, "You need to improve your grades because when you grow up, you will be a carpenter or bricklayer." My teachers also said to me, "You are a bad student. Your grades are very low, and you shouldn't be the school class president."

However, when I was in ninth grade, my classmates nominated me as President. All my teachers were opposed to this idea. They wanted to elect another kid because he had good grades, so I didn't worry about it. I was only interested in playing sports.

I improved my grades, but I wanted to be more popular among my friends, so I tried out for the school's basketball team but, was not allowed to play. I was so angry with the coach because he didn't want me to play. During the tournament I sat on the bench. My coach knew about my bad grades, and that Is the reason I didn't play.

I finished school as an average student. All my friends finished school with the better grades, and they were the best students. I was so sad because I wanted to be together with my friends, and among the best students. I prepared for the test very well, but I got really nervous about every test. For that reason, I forgot a lot of things, and got bad grades.

When I entered high school, my grades got a little better. My handwriting was very bad, so my mom helped me, by teaching me how to write better. I started to get A's in English class. After that I wrote very well, and I showed better homework skills. My teachers were happy, and they said to me, "Congratulations!, your writing

improves every day and your grades, too." In my county, the school year is divided into four quarters. During the first two quarters, my grades were very bad. For that reason, my grades weren't enough to pass to the next grade. I studied hard and improved my grades in the third and fourth quarters. As a result, I passed to the next grade with good grades. In the sixth grade through eighth grade, I had good grades, and I felt so happy.

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