At school, I have always regarded as one of many promising students, who always achieves highest scores for every test, but no one actually knows that there was time when I had the habit of severe procrastination which resulted in my having trouble with revising lessons attentively. Having good grades and owning a good reputation for being the best student really tempted and enticed me. And as you probably can guess what happened next, I had to resort to every solution that I could think of to retain this fabulous renown even though it could lead to disastrous consequences. Until now, after going through wind and waves of middle school and high school l, I have come to realize how immature and silly I was back then.

As soon as I came up with this plan of keeping at all cost the fame that I had been given for too easily, I was resolved to cheat in whatever discipline that required the effort to learn by heart a lot of materials. I used to particularly detest subjects that involved literature and history. Needless to say any further, whenever my French or my History teachers announced the up-coming of exams, I did not show the least sign of disturbance on my face, just simply because I had my own secret way to still get high score without being concerned what I should revise or how I should divide my timetable logically and effectively in order to be able to cover every subject in a limited period of time. Instead of all those burdens and worries, all I had to do was to skim through the lessons summarily as I copied them on a separate paper which was no bigger than the size of my palm. Those secret “aids” were then carefully hidden in my pencil case, pasted on the back of my ruler, or in whatever way I could think of.

Fortunately, this cheating plot did work out the way I expected it to be. Everything just went smoothly without being discovered by anyone. Time flew by and finally came the end of the school year. By using my vicious scheme that I managed to get through the year successfully, while everybody else had to put so much effort in studying. It has been 5 years since the last time I resorted to cheating in class, yet no one knows about this shameful truth.

Now that I am in college, everything that I was doing 5 years ago still torments me. But was it the time for me to complain about things that I had created 8myself like a child? I must admit that during the summer vacations of the same school year, I could hardly show a smile on my face, nor did I speak to any of my friends, or at least I did not have the courage to do so. However, I decided I did not want to be in this moody state for the rest of my student life. Therefore, after looking up for stories about great personalities who have managed to overcome many obstacles on the internet, a flame of determination seemed to rise within me. It was now clear that only by hard work and assiduousness could I redeem myself for what I had done.