A time that I experienced failure was when I failed my first science test in the fourth grade. I walked into my class on a rainy Wednesday thinking that that day would be stress-free like any other day. I sat down in my seat and started to talk to my best friend Sydney when the bell rang and I heard the worst thing any teacher could say. Okay class, put your notes away we will be having a quiz. With those words my heart dropped, of course, I didnt know we were having a quiz I hadnt been paying any attention all week. Somehow none of the words from the lesson managed to stick in my brain like usual. I prayed to God to bless me with the answers as I faced forward and took a pencil out of my desk. After ten minutes of staring at the quiz on my desk, I decided to fill in what seemed like common sense answers then guessed for the rest of the questions. The alarm on my teachers phone rang very loudly and it seemed to echo in my ears as she came around to collect the quizzes. I high fived my best friend as we continued to plan our sleepover for that coming weekend. In the back of my mind, all I could think was my parents are going to kill me. I went along with the rest of my day dreading the ride home from school. Once I got in the car my mom asked how my day wen
t, I proceeded to tell her great like every other school day. The next day my teacher handed out the graded tests. My grade was on the lower side of the double-digit numbers with a red SIGN & RETURN note on it, my palms started to sweat and my heart began to race. I immediately folded my test and half and slid it into my folder. I thought to myself how am I supposed to show my mom this? I thought all lunch period about how Im going to get it signed without making my mom mad. Thats when it hit me… I would have my friend Alicia sign my test for me. During recess, I pulled out a picture of my moms signature from a permission slip shed signed prior. I had her practice signatures in my notebook until they looked almost the same. She signed my test and I felt relieved, all I had to do was hide it from my mom until Friday then turn it in. Friday came and all I could think was that I really hoped my teacher wouldnt be able to tell that that wasnt my mothers signature. Id NEVER experienced anything as bad as that moment ever in my life, and I never wanted to experience that again. I felt like my life would be over if my mom had ever found out. From that day on I took notes and actually paid attention in class. I even went to tutoring for a little bit after school.