My proudest moment was when I was in eighth grade and I got my first A in a long time. I had been getting bad grades since third grade and didn't know how to stop procrastinating. At one point, it got so bad that I was getting yelled at constantly by my mom and the teachers gave up on me.
That was in seventh grade. At the beginning of eighth grade, I promised to do all of my work. So I did, and I've been bringing home good report cards ever since.
Thursday, 24 February 2011
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