This I Believe

                                            This I believe

                                                                                                                       By Emmanuel Cano-Garraway

                                                                                                                                                          Class: 705

I believe that practice makes perfect.

I am a 7^th grade male student. I feel mad when I get certain things lower than others. Sports, tests, projects and whatever else there is so you can compete to do better, wanting to make the other envy you, not want to see your face anymore because you did so much better then them. I develop a hunger to try and do better then everyone so they can feel mad. I study hard for my test, practice in sports, and put a lot of effort into my projects. These are ways for others to look at you in disgust because you did better than them.

This goal was first achieved when I was still a weird, elementary school kid, who didn’t really know much about the world… or anything at all. I was in about say… 3^rd grade? We were getting our math papers back from some test. Everyone was hypnotized with nerviest, even me! We were shaking like dogs in the cold. We all thought the test was extremely hard! Like what the hell! What are ten times fifteen! We were then getting our paper one, by one.

The first kid, he saw his paper that was handed to him, he nearly burst out in screams! His face was so red with anger he looked like a tomato! This practically happened with everyone that got their paper! Lots of kids were talking to each other mad about their grades that were handed to them. Then there was one… me. I was so scared I thought I was going to faint! I had sweat all over my neck just dripping and dripping and dripping.

The teacher had stood right in front of me, tall… but somehow… proud! She had a smile on her face, with the paper with my grade on it in her hands… taunting me to see what was in it.

“Good job Manny!” that’s all she said. She held out my math paper, I took it proudly… but still confused. The paper was right in my hands, my cold and sweaty hands. I was apparently the last one to get my paper because everyone was staring at me! This is the moment of truth I thought. I slowly opened it making the suspense last even longer and thrilling, wondering what would happen next! I couldn’t take it anymore! That slow opening became a fast one. My eyes are closed. I take a deep breath, and open them wide and alive! My reaction…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!” I had gotten a 97! I wondered what I got wrong… but didn’t really care. All these eyes lingering all over my paper, in surprise!

That has to be a mistake, or how did you get a higher grade then me? That’s what a lot of them said, or maybe even worse.

But still, I now got that moment when others breath down my shoulders, eyes beam at me in disgust, and others minds just going crazy on how I got a higher grade then them.

I believe practice makes perfect, and it also helps others become jealous of you. This is why you should always try to practice to get better.