I knew that not focusing on my school work would come to bite me back one day. I just did not know when. Getting this report card was a warning to me - it made me realize how fortunate I was to receive an education. I was hardly the ordinary typical 7th grader down the road. If I did not start staying on top of my work, I would not lead the future I wanted. All in all, I learned to appreciate what was given to me, and to not let my arrogance impact the right decisions to choose. Bam! Clock! Pew! Those were the typical sounds that arose from my room. For years, I breezed through my tests, thinking they would be a piece of cake. Instead of studying for tests, I’d rather play on my game console. I would spend all my childhood, staring at the …show more content…
Meanwhile, I managed to get out of the hall safely without being trampled over. At the speed of light, I dashed home as fast as possible, and I teared open my yellow report card envelope. Quickly, I scanned through my report card and suddenly, my worst fears were confirmed. I had a B in science and a B in writing. No! A pot of butterflies became active in my stomach - why, of all people, did I have to have B’s on my report card? I couldn't bear my mom looking at the report card with an unsatisfying look on her …show more content…
“Well, you got A’s in reading, math, and history. What is there to worry about?” she complimented, with her lips facing upward. Just then, her piggy eyes turned to the science and writing grades. My mom’s face slowly dropped and then her cheeks turned fire-engine red.
“Do you find this acceptable? This is so careless! What has even happened to you?! I thought you were a smart kid that lived up to his family’s honor. What does this tell me?” she yelled, with her face in deep red. “You are officially grounded for two months! And no exceptions!”
“What?!” I exclaimed flabbergasted. “What did I do incorrectly? I tried my best! You can’t do this to me!”
My mom roared back, smelling fear, ”Do not argue with me, you little child! I don’t even know you anymore. I’m so frustrated! I expected much better.”
With that, my mom stomped into her room and slammed her door. A wave of emotions flew through my head.
Months passed, I could not still understand why my mom would be such thickheaded. To me, school was not important, at least I thought it was not. Although I did not know the true extent, it finally hit me - I let my arrogance hamper my decisions. Had I been more humble all along, there would have been a different