Aškerčevi asi 2026

When Sorry Isn’t Enough When I was in second grade, my father told me I should study more. He told me that almost every time he saw me. I did study, but not enough, and now, when I look back, I know I should have listened to him. At the end of May, I had eight failing grades, and of course, I did not want to fail the year. So, like any irresponsible person, I started studying at the last minute before the tests. In May and June, we had time to improve our grades, so I studied harder than I ever had before. I passed seven out of eight subjects but failed mathematics. My father was not happy, and when I told him there would be resit exams, he was still disappointed. I didn’t show up for my first exam because I had mixed up the dates. I failed the second one with a miserable 26%. Even the teacher said I did worse than she had expected. When I told my mum I would have to repeat the second grade, she comforted me. My father was really angry with me, and he said some painful things. I said sorry, but that was not enough. Vasja, 4a

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