When I was in 8th grade, I failed algebra. I remember in class when we would grade our own papers and shout the grade out to the teacher. We had the option to go up to her and show her the grade privately if we were ashamed. If I didn't do it, I would just shout out a zero. I didn't do it most days. But when I did do it, I wouldn't get anything higher than a 50. So my parents got me a tutor. I remember the first time I got a 100, my teacher made a big deal out of it... "oh yay! Everyone, Rachael did her homework and didn't fail!"
Luckily, I have a good sense of humor and didn't get offended.
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