Starting freshman year of high school; I had the impression that I could conquer the world. I did all my homework and I studied for every assessment. Yet, all the effort was not good enough. My grades were average, they never exceeded the expectations of the high school. They say this is Carmel we expect better from you and I never understood why I could never achieve the grades like my peers because I did put in the effort
Time went on and I began sophomore year; I was not obligated to undergo a history class and I anticipated sophomore year is going to be the year I encounter a revelation. Upperclassmen say sophomore year is an effortless year, I could take art classes and revel in the satisfaction, but my grades begin to plunder. I had the
