It was the day after spring break and all the students at Swinford High School rolled up to the front of the school including me, Patrick Cooke. My first period class was history with Mr. Davidson. His class was filled with posters from foreign places and timelines from all over the world.

“Hey, Mr. Davidson, how was your break?” I ask.

“Oh, you know, the usual family reunion and skiing trip up in Lake Placid” he replies. Mr. Davidson always had the same plans for the break every year, the annual family skiing trip.

“How about you Patrick?” he asks.

“Oh, you know, the usual lacrosse, lacrosse, and more lacrosse,” I reply teasingly. I was only a freshman but I still had hopes of making the varsity lacrosse team. Our school had won the state championships 3 years in a row, and I knew I had to work really hard if I wanted to have even a shot at making it.

“Well, good luck with tryouts tomorrow,” said Mr. Davidson.

“Thanks!” I exclaimed. Tryouts were this Thursday and I was really nervous for them since 100 guys were trying out for the team. As the first period ended, I headed to the second period, Honors Algebra. I walked into Mr. Liston’s classroom and the immediate stench of chalk and old textbooks surged into my nostrils. I took the closest seat to the door so the air from the hallways could reach my nostrils instead of the smell.

“Class, today I will be handing back your midterm exams from before the break,” said Mr. Liston. The midterm exam was the biggest grade of the quarter and I just hoped that I had gotten a grade to boost my grade from a C to a B or even possibly an A. Mr. Liston handed my test over and I slowly turned over the sheet of paper. At the top of the paper read 60%. I had failed the midterm exam. Panicked thoughts filled my mind in seconds and I didn’t know how to react. My grade definitely was not boosted, but more like plummeted. After the bell rang, I walked up to where Mr. Liston was sitting. I did have a plan on what I was going to say, so I said what was on my mind. “How did I get a D on my midterm?” I burst out loud without thinking.

“Excuse me?” Answered Mr. Liston.

“I am just confused and in shock that I got a D on my midterm. How will I be able to raise my grade now?” I exclaimed.

“It’s okay. We can talk about it now. I will help you prepare for the retake.”

“Really? Thank you so much!”

“Ok, now head to your next class before I get in trouble,” Mr. Liston exclaimed. The lax tryouts were the next day.


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