When I heard my name pronounced by the teacher, I knew what lay ahead. She called me to the whiteboard to 1 a long division (除法) problem. Math was my 2 subject. When doing a long division problem, I always repeatedly put the numbers in the wrong places，or forgot to add in the zeros.
As I 3 the whiteboard, I looked at the blonde haired girl next to me, trying to copy what she was writing. 4 I tried my best, she went faster than I could understand. Impossible to understand. Why me? Why couldn't I wrap my mind around this strange concept that all the other kids understood? Why, even when I 5 my hardest to deal with the division problems?
Why? Why?
I 6 back salty tears and wrote some numbers randomly (随便地) on the board. The teacher read over our answers silently.
"Now, class, Susie did this problem absolutely correctly."
"As for Tara," the teacher said, 7 her eyes, "Gosh, I don't 8 know what she did."
The class burst into laughter, and I felt my face turned 9 as I tried to sink as low as possible into my seat, hoping to 10 them from seeing me at all. However, after class my teacher wrote me a note, 11 , "No one will care how you feel, unless you 12 yourself to succeed."
This memory from middle school is the most impressive and the only one I can remember. The experience made me feel stronger, and gave me 13 . When I get a 14 grade in school, or am put down by somebody, I think of that moment and every single one of those whys that I asked myself, which gives me the willingness to 15 all of those whys and continue until perfection, or as close as I can get.
