I started to feel the pressure when I went to middle high school. The first year of it was quite exciting. In that year, I kept counting the times that may lead me to the second challenge in my life which is the third year – another big exam – PMR. I almost hit all the target but unfortunately, I left one more. It was 6/7. I remembered many friends of mine had successfully scored 7/7. I used to be very calm but when I back home, my tears suddenly rolled down my cheeks and I started to weep. I felt guilty for my parents because I had let them down. They said they were not, just felt a bit sorry for the missed. At last, I’ve stopped crying and told myself it was alright, I had done my best. I could try again next time!
_to be continued_
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