This is Riverside Secondary School. First, let me explain why I chose this place. I did not choose this because I hate school or because I find it a waste of time, I chose it rather because of the opposite. I enjoy school because of multiple factors, but the part that I fear is the part that puts fear into the students. Grades. Ever since I can recall, my parents have been pushing me to my best possible outcomes, mentally and physically. I can say that for the most part, I have gratitude for their dedication in my education, but their acceptance in lower grades I do not. I can say I am a fairly good student, who often gets off task and enjoy talking to peers and having fun. Though when my grades start to plunge below 80%, then we have a problem. I am always scared when I write quizzes or tests, not mostly because my future depends on it, but because my parents depend on my grades. Any assignments or little things bug me too. I see other students barely passing courses without a grudge, and it shocks me. I just don’t understand how one can let their future slip because they were foolish in childhood. Yes, I try my best because I want to, but also because I have to. My parent’s approval over anything I do or say is my golden key in life. So when I have good grades, I have a good time, but when I don’t, it’s time to stress. (My dad scares me the most)