The Miracle Year

This year, my senior year, might be the year when God decided to reward my patience and my hard work for all the past years of my school life. Everything that happened this year was a miracle, hence the name.

I got to admit that I never studied so hard after fourth grade. However, before senior year started, I always saw one picture before my eyes; a picture of my parents being proud of me on the day of the score, a picture of the happily dancing me because I can finally get into my dream college. This picture motivated me to get through this stressful and fateful year.

I started this year like any racer who starts off very energetic and excited, off to a good start? Let’s keep it that way! But in the middle of senior year, I got tired. This race is too long. And instead of cheering me, people around me were not encouraging at all; not in their actions, nor in their words. Instead of praying for me to get the highest score, they prayed that I “don’t fail a subject.” Now that’s very uplifting, right?

I was discouraged and disappointed. But again, I went back to thinking of that picture on the day my scores would come out. Two months before exams started, I became totally and completely isolated from the outside world. And then exams time came. Some went by very well, and some not so great. I felt like all my dreams and goals were too far out of my reach, but my beautiful mother did not agree. She never felt that way, which reassured me, until the day scores came out. Even on the most stressful moments of my life, right before the scores came out, I promised myself that I would be satisfied with whatever I got. I knew my hard work would pay off. I put my trust in God.

97.4%. Yes! That’s my score. Wait, are you sure it’s not someone else’s name? Are you sure it’s me? I can’t believe it. My parents can’t believe it either. Not only that, but I am ranking first on the school. How is that even possible?

I also have to say that none of it came easy. There were many sacrifices made along the way; sacrifices that both my family and I had to make. I had to give up my phone, an essential part of my life. My social life is something I had to sacrifice too, all the great time I could’ve spent with friends, family or relatives had to be given up for a greater cause. After all, you only get what you pay for.

The moral of my story is that if you have a dream, no matter how far it might seem, never give up on it. Don’t mind what people say to bring you down. Don’t give up on your dream because you’re lazy, or because you think you can’t make it, or because people tell you that you can’t make it.

Because if you do, there will come a time when you would regret not working hard enough for it.

Self-confidence is another key to success. You need to be confident of how you look. You need to be confident of how hard you’ve worked. You need to be confident that as much as you’ve struggled, it will all be worth it at the end, because if it’s not happy, then it’s not the end.

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