My First B |
I was in second grade, and it was almost December.
Good friends and good grades had made for a year to remember.
Then it struck, silent as could be.
I never thought such a thing could happen to me.
The blow was swift, unexpected, and fatal.
It sent my ego straight back to its cradle.
I felt unmotivated, dejected, and depressed.
I felt every single feeling that I now detest.
I wasn't the first, and I wasn't the last,
But this small tragedy left me in a mental cast.
How could this happen? I wondered in despair.
Why did it have to be me? It just wasn't fair.
I sat in the corner, drowning in self-pity.
No comment could cheer me, no matter how witty.
I glared at my paper, feeling as lousy as can be,
And my grade just seemed to stare right back at me.
My first B, an eighty-nine.
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