Struggle Towards Better

Ferenita. Just call me Fere, a 15 year old girl. I still occupy class X in high school STATE 1. Today is Monday, exactly is the day of reporting after the mid-term test ended a week ago. I just waited at home, did not accompany my mother to take my card alone. Still I can not calm down, wait for my mother's return and see how my grades are.

Ah, I can already guess, the sound of the bike must be my mother. And my guess did not miss a bit. My heart was getting pounding, my hands trembling when I started my seminal report card. Of all the results it's okay, nobody is under 70. But the average is enough, enough, enough. My mom says I got a bad rating, 13th. This reminds me of when I was in grade 1, I was ranked 14th. Embarrassing. What a shame. Usually, I always get in the top 3. What happened? But I promise, I'll fix my grades in semester 2 later.

Nothing felt, the long holiday was over. It's time to get back on repair. Day after day I keep trying to get better. If that is usually my everyday schedule is: get up, help mother, bath, breakfast, go to school, go home, change clothes, eat, watch Tv, keep the shop, help mother, take a shower, after dinner maghrib, watch Tv again, selipi playing Hp (googling, facebook, twitter, etc.), learning, then sleeping. Now I'll cut back on TV watching and playing Hp, I'll spend more time studying. Saturated indeed. But I'm sure, once I get used to it, I will not feel bored. Slowly, I began to see a change in me. I am happy. I know it's not easy, because it needs a process, not in the blink of an eye.



Apparently time is getting faster. The proof, semester 2 will end soon. I'm not afraid to face the end of the semester, because I've learned it every day. Although the names of the lessons seem difficult or even dreadful to some students, such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, but I'm sure I can do it. I always smile every time I see the problems.

Finally, the semester test was over a week ago. And today, is the day I'm really looking forward to. The day that I will know how the results of my grades. Hopefully my efforts are not in vain. I keep praying so tense. I'm afraid I'll disappoint my family again. I heard, my mother is home. Immediately I ran and asked him. Mother's face was flat, no smile was transmitted. My heart grew faster. Mom handed me the report card. I read it so carefully. Ah, mom just tensed me up. My grades are pretty good. Also listed that I am ranked 2nd. Not ranked 1st? No problem. The important thing is I'm back to the big 3. And I believe, if I mean it, I will definitely reap the rewards.