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My name is Ryan, I have always gamed from day to night and I have always failed my Math. I have tried my best for Math and I knew I needed to stop playing my game and I should study more often.

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Part 1 - PHRASE/QUOTE INTRODUCTION + CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

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Part 1 - PHRASE/QUOTE INTRODUCTION + CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

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Expecting too much can lead to so much disappointment. I had really tried my best. All those months of sacrifice, all those weeks of revision, all those sleepless nights... and yet... there was no reward in the end.

My name is Ryan. I have never been a good student. Mathematics is my worst subject. During my Semestral Assesmment (SA) in May, I obtained a miserable 22 out of 100. I was castigated by my mother and I was mocked relentlessly by my friends and cousins. I was determined to do better for my Continuous Assessment (CA) in Term Three. I resolved to turning over a new leaf. I promised myself that cut down on my phone-gaming, I would ask my mother to sign me up for tuition and I was going to study every, single, day. Every. Single. Day. I really wanted to pass my Math in Term 3.

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Part 2 - EFFORT PUT IN + HIGH EXPECTATIONS

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Part 2 - EFFORT PUT IN + HIGH EXPECTATIONS

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It was so difficult at first. I would give myself excuses at the beginning.

"I'll play today and study tomorrow."

"I'll play for two hours and study for one later."

However, I placed my exam paper in a frame on my table. I let myself be reminded every day by the ghastly 22 out of 100. Soon, I was indeed studying every day. There were no more excuses. I had genuinely become a hardworking student. Even my mother was amazed by my sudden and drastic transformation.

I would reach home from school around three in the afternoon. I would shower but I made sure I did not nap. I did not allow myself any rest. From 3 pm to 11 pm every day, I would complete my homework then work on my Math. I had Math tuition on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Each session was two hours long. I was exhausted but I gritted my teeth and pushed on. Many nights, I burned the midnight oil when I failed to complete my 50 Math questions for the day. I would drink coffee to sustain myself and sleep at 2 or 3 am, take a short shut-eye then head to school.

On the day of my Math examination, I arrived full of expectation that I would be able to do well. I had worked so hard, I could surely do well.

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Part 3 -  DISAPPOINTMENT + FEELINGS / ACTIONS 

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When the Paper 1 arrived, I attempted the multiple choice questions with gusto. They seemed fairly easy as I had practised similar questions countless after countless times. Then, I had hit a snag. It was an open-ended question that was unfamiliar and I could not, for the life of me, seem to be able to find the solution to the question. All my calculated answers were unreasonable and definitely wrong. I started to panic as sweat trickled down the side of my face. Stress grabbed me with a vice-like grip and I was soon nervouslys shaking my legs. My stomach started feeling uneasy and I really had to go. I was so furious with myself and dashed to the toilet with rockets strapped to my feet after acquiring permission. However, settling my toilet business took me a bit of time and when I returned, I had to rush through my remaining questions.

I calmed myself down during the interval between Papers and steeled myself to do better for Paper 2. I can pass this Paper! I kept reassuring myself. However, Paper 2 was worse. There were so many questions I had not seen before. Even the questions I had seen before, I could not retrieve the solutions from my panicking mind. Every question, I felt worse. My heart was in tatters and I had to hold back my tears. I scrunched my hair and kept pulling at them, hoping that the pain would help me remember something. However, the pain did not help, I remembered little and knew I was doomed.All the hard work I had put in was down the drain. All those endless days and nights, were of no use. I felt so stupid! I felt so useless!

On the day we received our results, I remember Mr Lee actually smiling at me. That always-scolding evil devil was actually smiling at me? Could I have pulled off a miracle? Did something amazing actually happen? I had butterflies in my stomach as hope lifted me towards Mr Lee's table. He passed me the paper without me being able to see the grade. I closed my eyes and muttered a silent prayer before I slowly revealed the marks at the bottom of the paper. I was really hoping that a miracle had occurred but to my horror, the red ink read 39 out of 100.

I was heart-broken and I could not lift my spirits. Disappointment overwhelmed me and my head hung low in agony. The world turned quiet as I quietly sobbed at my table. I could not hear Mr Lee's scoldings and his lesson on the corrections for the Paper. I was just too consumed with grief and disappointment. Mr Lee could scold me for all I care. I had worked so hard. Why was God so unfair to me? Why could other people pass easily and yet for myself, I still failed after months of hard work. Mr Lee ambered slowly towards me at the end of the lesson.

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Part 4 - DISAPPOINTMENT + FEELINGS / ACTIONS 

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"Why are your corrections not done?" His question woke me from my disappointment.

"I... I..." I got myself ready for a tongue-lashing.

Amazingly, the scolding never came.

"Ryan, you have come so far. I am very proud of you..." Mr Lee praised me for my improved attitude over the past months. He consoled me and assured me I deserved better. He also praised me for improving the most in the entire class.

"But... I failed..."

"It's alright! Failure is the root of success. Learn your lessons, manage your time better, rest more, you will be less nervous the next time and you will do better. The last thing you must do is wallow in your disappointment and give up!" Mr Lee's words lit a fire in me. I was close to giving up on Math but he was right. I could not give up now.

It is how you handle your disappointments that define you as a person. If you get up after the fall or just lay there in defeat. I refuse to be defeated. I refuse to give up. I reignited the fire in me and told myself that I would just have to persevere and try again. I will definitely pass the next Math test. With Mr Lee's advice, I was going to be braver in class and ask questions whenever I was in doubt. I would manage my time better and rest more. I would keep my chin up and not lose hope. I would not let my disappointment defeat me!

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I knew that i had to recover from my disappointment. I promised myself that I would study non-stop, work day and night just to hit my target. All this hard work will not go down the drain unless I turn lazy.I must study hard and wait for my reward to come. All this hard work will pay off sooner or later.

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Disappointments are not meant to destroy you they are meant to strengthen you.My name is Rex,I have been failing since P4. Maths was my worst subject and tomorrow  my worst fear would come as it was my Math examination. I had been studying for over a month and I even asked my mother to sign me up for math tuition. I was burning the midnight oil. I studied till morning.

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Expect nothing,accept everything and you will never be disappointed. Hi, my name is Adam, I always loved mathematics lessons with my Mathematics teacher and classmates. I love calculating numbers but as soon as I entered primary 5, I would either barely pass or fail  always.

I always expected myself to get good marks and my expectations  were high. I always got disappointed in my exams because my results were lower than every previous exam. On

the recent mathematics CA2...

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Sometimes we create our own heart breaks through expectation. My arms trembled uncontrollably as I made my way to Mr Lee's table. My eyebrows were stitched together. Did I pass or not? Millions of thoughts went through my mind. I scrunched my paper when I received it."24 out of 100!" my mind screamed and I was crestfallen as I saw my results. I banged my head against my table and tears ran down my cheek like a waterfall. I promised myself that I would study harder.

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My mother was very disappointed with me. i was devastated, I was filled with misery, I was on the verge of tears, tears welled in my eyes. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was so upset that i could not stop my tears from streaming down my cheeks. With tears in my eyes , a quaver in my throat , tears on the ground, remorse and depression covered me like a thick chocking blanket.

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We must accept finite disappointment,but never lose infinite hope.The spirit of mine was determined.
Oh hi! Have I introduced myself?My name is Brandon ,i am an average 11 year old student in Red Swastika School. I have always failed my Mother Tongue.
When I first saw Mother Tongue (Chinese), it looked like an alien language. My Mother  would always criticize me every night as I did not even do a single minute of revision. Not. A. Single. Minute.
I was always addicted to this game called Fortnite. Every day, when my Mother came back home, she would always nag and nag.
"Go to shower!.Stop playing!.Revise!Revise!Revise!"
Ugh, that nagging got my ears bleeding. My friend Keegan, had none of this! Well, if I do not work hard ENOUGH this term, I will fail and get smacked by the stick of satan's.

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When I got my paper in Term Two,i was astonished with my results! "What! I failed my Chinese  examination again?" I thought in my mind as I knocked my head on my table as everyone thought I was crazy. My best friend, Keegan, came to me and asked me what happened. He told me to chill out. Once i reached home, i showed my grades to my mother.

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Expecting to much will lead to great harm.That is what my  parents tell me every time I expect to much from my exam and get disappointed. I learnt that i should not expect so much in everything.

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I hoped that could get at least a pass or probably a miracle that could change my spirit to study.

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Expecting too much can lead to so much disappointment.The spirit of mine was determined. From that day onward. I started to cut down playing of games and study more and get ready for SA1 to prove to my parents I can do well like when I was in P4. My name is Tom. I failed  Math at CA1 and my parents were disappointed as I had done pretty well in P4 SA2 but at P5 CA1, I dropped a lot from P4 . They also scolded me  and told me to do better at SA1.  I was confident at the start of the exam but when Mr Lee gave back the exam paper, seeing his face just before receiving my paper,it was clearly written on his face that I had not done well.I slowly turned my gaze away from him in shame,not daring to look him in the eyes as my trembling hand scrunched the paper he passed to me .When I saw my marks, 20/100 for my Math, I felt the whole world collapsing upon me.

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In the Math exam,I attempted the multiple choice question with gusto.But when I am attempting one question I started to panic as I had never seen this question before  during my revision.My mind was spinning around  I felt that I am starting to lose my hope and  all my effort.

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When my paper came back from teacher,  my  face with a bright smile turned in to  an unhappy smile  , my face looked down at my toes  and a tear  dropped from my eyes .  When I walked back to my table, I put my head down and I felt discouraged by the score  when I was walking home . I dreaded  informing my parents about my test result . When I reached home my mother asked me ," Did you put in enough effort?"

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The next day, I was extremely nervous, I was sweating non-stop but I was confident at the same time just as I remembered how much I had studied the past few months. I assured myself  that I would definitely pass this time..

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When I was receiving  my math paper ,  I crossed my fingers and wished I would pass . As I had worked hard almost  the entire week and had  only a few hours of sleep. When it was my turn to  receive  my exam paper, I was excited and  energetic, but my hands were shivering non-stop as well. My hands were full of sweat as I was nervous about my  grade.  My heart was pounding , pounding non-stop . Looking at my teacher's smiling face, I thought I had passed , so I  took a small peek , and saw a red ink mark  of 24 /100 . When I saw his mark , my head hung low and walked away  .  I gritted my teeth, controlling my tears  but I could not control it so I hid my head under the table and started to cry like my life was over. Tears started to roll down my check  and  I was so tense that my mother knew the result  without having to ask me.

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We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope.I had tried my best all these months. It has been months, months and months! Every day, without fail,  I have been having sleepless night.  For me, it was really useless, very useless.

Wait? Have I introduced myself?Hello, I am Henry. I was not a good student. I kept failing subject after subject, especially Math. My mum always nagged me about studying. She would say study, just study. I refused to listen.

One day, after supplementary class by Mr Lee , Mr lee said, " Do you guys remember  that all of you failed Math?" Seeing  Mr Lee's stern face  actually motivated me. I  was determined  to turn over a new leaf.

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After the incident, I promised Mr Lee I would study very ,very hard and not fail Mathematics anymore. I said that I would do at least 6 papers every day

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I scratched my head with stress. A million thoughts ran across my head."What if I fail?","Will that cold-blooded devil, Mr Lee, scold me?".With the Math paper in front of me, I was banging my head with my hand. "Why must I be so dumb?" I thought with anger and rage, I almost wanted to throw my test paper onto the ground. With 50 minutes left, I picked up speed and started to write quickly and calculate the fastest I could. I looked around and all the students were done with their papers. I hit a snag. all my calculated answers made no sense at all. I felt like pulling out my hair. I felt like my life was over.

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All the effort that U put in, all the sleepless nights I had spent, all the stress I put up with, had gone down the drain. My face turned ashen white, I was on the verge of tears. It took a while before I could recover my composure and shut my mouth."I...I cant believe it. After all that suffering...Wasted....Wasted on this exam...I must try harder.I can't lose this battle!"

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I would put my math paper under my study desk. '20 out of 100' I would always remind myself about that ghastly mark written in red ink. I could change my attitude about that mark and I could practice harder. 5 weeks later, it was finally  the day when the mathematics examination was held . 'Every time I thought about the Math paper, my stomach would be filled with butterflies. Whenever I felt nervous, I would tend to forget things I had learnt.

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When you have expectations, you are just setting yourself up for disappointment.
Hi, I'm Bobby. I am an average 11 year old kid. My beloved father passed away in a car accident.I have an annoying older sister , Dobby, that always looks down on me. My mom is the family's  sole breadwinner.I go to Springfield Primary school.

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At first, I would always make excuses for myself.
"Play now and study later."
"Maybe i should take a nap first."
After two long weekends, I finally tried to study. After two days, somehow, I was even more hardworking than before. My mother was even amazed by my sudden and drastic transformation. I would come home from school and study. I would always remind myself that I could only shower after 9 pm. I would always sleep at 3 in the morning and wake up at 6 in the morning for school. On Saturdays, I would always revise my weakest subject, Maths. After all of the hard work, I was exhausted. I gritted my teeth and pushed on. Finally, it was time... Time for my test. Before that day, I studied a hundred questions just to make sure I would pass. I remembered to sleep early so I could have all the energy for the big test . This time, i was sure I could make it!

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I always failed my examinations and when I got my papers for Math, my face was writhed in misery as I saw a big fat 13 written clearly on the examination paper. I did not study except for when I was in school. My sister always looked down on me and from then, I was determined to study every day as I did not want to hear my sister mocking me .Just the sound of her laughing and mocking triggers me.I would look down at the floor, face entirely red.

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I kept revising from morning to night non-stop. I only stopped for a short  ten minute break. I kept revising even though the test was a few months away. I did not have much confidence so I studied really hard.

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I started to study very hard and my sister started to notice. One day, there was a math test and I gritted his teeth and clenched his fist and did the test. A few days later, the teacher gave out the test and when I collected his paper, my teacher smiled at me and said I had improved a lot.

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During the exam, when I saw the questions, I started to get really, REALLY nervous. I just kept staring at the questions. I felt that the whole world was falling on me, I was trembling with fear.

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I am sad,hurt,angry,mad and disappointed. But you know what? I will put on a smile and move on. It will hurt, but I will survive. I will go on with my studies slowly but surely, I must improve for myself, I promised.

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Mr Lee handed out the test papers and told the class that I had the best improvement and I started to think that I got 60 and above but when i received it, I only got 40! I knew it was good for some of my friends but I had higher expectations than that. In the end, I was filled with determination and persevered on. Even though I did not pass, at least my friends and family were supporting me. I was contented and know I would definitely pass the next time.

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my grades  plummeted from space. I saw a big fat 20! I dragged my feet as I walked home. I mumbled to myself,"I am such a disappointment to my family,i surely am..."

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I know that studying was important so every single morning, I would get ready for school. When I board the school bus, I would take out a book and start to read . One month later would be the Math exam. I started to study like a bee. I would take no breaks until i was done with 3 papers.

Soon, it was my Math exam. I went to the classroom and put down my bag and started to revise. My teacher came in and saw me studying . He started to praise me. My examiner came in to the room. I felt very confident because I had studied very hard.

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After I realised that all my efforts had gone down the drain, I limped back home like a wet towel with a sulking face with no appetite to eat even my favourite food. Just as I was at my lowest point, the door bell rang. I wiped my tears and squished all the disappointment  within me and pushed it to the back of my head. I gathered every speck of happiness and forced a smile. But, even then, if  you X-ray ed me, you would see the sorrow and grief deep inside me. All I could feel that moment was disappointment in myself.