The Math Test

By Yasi Agah

Slowly I hobbled into the classroom. Sweat streaming down my face. Oh no Math Test. This test was going to count as 80% of our grade! And if I didn't do well…my mom would make me transfer to some horrible school in the middle of the desert. Okay not the desert but it was in the middle of nowhere! I got all my binders and books together and sat in an organized manner. I had to impress the teacher.

"Alright class, everyone take everything off your desk except for a pencil. Once you get the test you cannot talk. If you talk you will get 20 points marked off. This is a 100-point quiz. Good luck."

The teacher slowly took a sheet of paper and slammed it on a student's desk. I hoped she would forget I was there and miss me. But she didn't miss me. The first problem was by far the hardest. I didn't know any of this! I rushed through it and got up and handed it to the teacher. That's it. I know I failed. I just knew it.

Two weeks later I walked into math and saw on the board, 'Tests will be returned today.' I completely freaked out. I aced all my other classes but math…that was my struggling class in the 9th grade. I sat in my desk and waited for the teacher to hand me back a piece of paper that had millions of red marks. She slowly got up and ambled to my desk. She gave me my test and walked over to the next desk and handed that child the paper. Oh my gosh.

A tear of joy ran down my cheek. How was I going to tell my mom I got 97%?