I entered the classroom prepared for what the task was. The Math test. I sit down, and when the math teacher isn’t looking, everybody asks me for a pencil or pen. I quickly hand them the pens, the teacher gives us the test, and we start. I run through it comfortably, all the questions I had revies, everything was cool, nothing to worry about. I can see everyone felt the same way apart from a select few. The test ends, I hand in my paper and we go to next period, PE. The best part is, you can let it go in PE because all the stress flies away like a bird (until and unless you were whacked in the chest with a hockey stick.) Then, I look for what I got, I need to know so badly. I finally see it, and wel, the complete opposite of what I expected. I got a 3/8, which is the worst grade I bet anyone has ever gotten. In panic, I send a mail to my teacher about the grades, but no reply came. And the worst part is, I checked before going on a school trip to Nepal. NYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!