It was a scorching hot Sunday in Douliou, Taiwan. The dirty and messy road was filled with stray dogs roaming for food. I was wearing big glasses and a shirt that was passed down from my big brother. I lived in a one floored normal sized house with one kitchen, a small bathroom, living room, three bedrooms, and a front and back yard. My lazy and kind dad is a high school teacher and my caring mom is a housewife. I enjoy reading comic, books, and going biking. There are a total of five handsome macho guys and a woman in my family. My mom always wanted a daughter that has skin as pale as porcelain, skin as soft as the paw of a cat, and sparkly black eyes framed by long black eyelashes, but the sad thing is, she kept on having male babies. I’m an eighth grader this year and school has just begun.
On Sunday morning I was playing with green beetles under the bright yellow sun with my two naughty little brothers. My big brother is away in the library. I’ll have to admit that everyone in my family except my mom are considered as nerds. Although we are not rich kids, we are all one of the top ten students in class.
Sunday flew by as quickly as the wind, and Monday is fast to catch up. Tiresome Mondays to noon on Saturdays are always school days. We don’t have Saturday and Sunday as weekends, we only have Sunday. We have tests every single day in school. I hate how we have so many tests! It’s always the routine of learn the things today and test the things tomorrow. It’s like a never-ending river of tests and quizzes. The worst part of school is that the ugly and evil teacher smacks you hard on your back with a whip for each point you miss on the test.
After school my brothers and I were required to go to our teacher’s “haunted” house till 9:00 for boring after school classes. This is the place where we study for our tests.
I was always one of the top five students in eighth grade and there are about 10 classes with 50 students in each class. By that, you can see that I’m quite smart. Teachers group classes by academic performances, so people with the same abilities are in the same class. I’m always in the “nerd” class.
Every year I have the exact same goal, which is to become the ranked one student in class. The closest I have ever gotten to, was to be ranked second. The top student is always this short rich kid named Henry Dong; sometimes I am really temped to punch him hard in the stomach.
I am determined to have the best grades in class this year. I worked extremely hard with all my homework and I studied till midnight every single night. Instead of going out to play on Sundays like other kids, I always stayed in my room with a pencil on my ear and books stacked up on my desk. I try to make friends with smart kids in my class so I can learn things through conversations with them. I even asked the “evil” teacher to give me extra homework for practice.
Today is the day of the final exam. My palms are sweating when I took the paper from my teacher’s hands. I have confidence that I will get full score on this test. After two hours of taking the important and hard test, I handed it to the teacher.
The next day I rushed to school eager to find out how well I did on the test. Many people were crowding in front of the bulletin board, where the teacher shows the score of our exam. Everyone cheered when I walked toward the bulletin board. I had the best score in my class! I was overflowed with joy, and unable to talk. People are congratulating me and slapping me on the back. Even the teacher came and congratulated me. From this, I learned that practice makes perfect. I practiced very hard every night so I got the honor to be the top student of our class.
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