Today was the day, fellas. I got my final exams back.
The history exam, for those who don’t know, was divided into Paper 1 and Paper 2. The toughest marks that I hated losing were in Paper 1 because most of them were silly mistakes (e.g., I did not elaborate enough or write enough)
Math... yeah, Math, I lost a lot of marks on silly mistakes that could have easily been avoided.
We finally got a great English teacher—the one we had been waiting for. Gosh, one fall while I was in Chicago, the future of the I.B. English class changed so much.