My Personal Statement On My Experience

891 Words Nov 22nd, 2015 4 Pages
Eager to see my SOL scores, I tore open the letter, as if an excited tiger would to its prey.
My name was clearly written on the top of the letter. Below my name, my SOL score, printed in black and white ink glared at me. Blackly staring at the letter, I rolled my eye back up to double check that the score was mine. It sure said my name on the paper and below my name was a category for my 6th grade math SOL. Still unconvinced that it was correctly mailed, I checked to see if my house address was correctly printed. Unsurprisingly, the mailman accurately delivered the mail to the correct house. All my information was correct. Unwillingly, I went back to my letter, which read ‘Pass Proficient.’
I was a few points away from ‘pass advanced’ which meant that I could take Algebra 1 in 7th grade with many of my close friends. Thinking that I would fall behind in my math course greatly disturbed me. Blankly staring at the score, I knew my friends wouldn’t tolerate this. Why did this score really bother me so much? Was it fear of what people would think of me? Or was it truly because I would be separated from my friends? Or was the real reason because I didn’t want to fall behind?
A few days passed and I was walking down the halls of my church when my name echoed. As I turned back, William and Grace stared at me, expecting me to already know the question. Instantly, I opened my mouth to say “Pass Proficient,” but no words came out. I persevered and opened my mouth again, but still no…
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