I can hear my heart beating as I wait for the teacher to administer the test. My palms start to sweat as I turn the pages. Thoughts race through my head as I try to answer each question as I see them. The sound of others sniffling, breathing, coughing, and sneezing distracts me as I put my pen to paper. As I look around me, I see everyone busy at work, while I sit and think, "I'm going to fail this test." In the blink of an eye, the bell rings, telling me to go to my next class. I'm handing in my exam, waiting to see what my future holds. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on “Why Violent Video Games Should Not Be Banned”? Get the original test It's been almost two weeks since I took my first test and it's about time we got it back. Once again, I hear my heart racing, my palms sweating, and my brain filling with negative thoughts as I sit anxiously at my desk. The teacher starts calling out names. I'm impatiently waiting for my turn. When my name was called, I slowly stood up and walked to the front of the room, trying to hide my anxiety. My cheeks slowly warm and I hold my test in my hands. Now my heart is beating even harder and faster. The sound fills my ears. I slowly unfold the paper in the upper right corner. 76%. It was the first IC to pass a test. For what? I don't know. I tried every technique to study and spent more than 3 hours studying, memorizing, reading the textbook, etc. But this grade didn't stop me from working harder. On the next test, I received a 70%. This worried me and my parents because we thought I might not be able to improve my grades. I tried talking to other AP Biology teachers for additional help. I tried using online resources and asked my friends for help. The third test comes and, once again, I get a 68%. Even lower than I expected. I study harder and for longer periods of time. The fourth, fifth and sixth tests are progressing and I don't see any difference. That's when I realized I was doing something wrong and I needed to change it. That “something” I needed to change was procrastination: my enemy since first grade. Although I haven't seen major changes in grades because of this, I have learned that after going to college, procrastination cannot be a response to poor grades or late assignments and that if I don't change, my path to success will be a winding road.Keep in mind: this is just a sample.Get a custom paper from our expert writers now.Get a custom essayThe end The school year finally arrives and everyone is in a hurry to get out of school. During the final grading period, grading period 4, I made sure not to procrastinate. I am proud to say that I finished the last two days of my junior year with a B- during this grading period. My overall grade was a C+ but I learned a lot. If I hadn't consistently gotten bad grades, I still would have procrastinated, which would have led to a difficult education..