Failure (week 5)

The first time I ever got an "F" on my report card, or really ever, was in fifth grade. It was first quarter and the subject was science. We only had one assignment in that subject for the quarter and I had missed the day it was done so I was given a "0". I cried when my mom showed me my grades, all "A's" except for that "F". It stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't like the feeling it gave me when I looked at it. So for the next week I spent my lunch recess inside doing extra credit to make that "F" disappear.

My grades weren't always so good. They slowly began to drop when I got into middle school but they never got horrible. Never lower than a "C" but mostly "A's" and "B's". I accepted that I couldn't be the straight "A" student with a 4.0 GPA and I moved on and just kept trying my best to not let my grades get too low.

By time high school came around my grades went from being "A's" and "B's" to mainly "B's" and "C's". That was until my Junior year.

After having Evellyn, and even right before having her, it became extremely hard to keep up with my work. I was missing a lot of days from being sick and then Evellyn being sick, and for the first time in my entire life I saw my grades at the worst they had ever been. They were averaging out at low "C's" "D's" and a few were even "F's". I was devastated. I hated looking at my grades and it got to the point where I hated doing homework for fear I would be wrong and I even hated coming to school for fear that my teachers would judge me.