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The Beauty and the Tragedy
Sunday, December 28, 2008

First Ever.

Third quarter in Hillsdale Academy has practically ended. It was the moment of truth for the achievers. Katelyn wasn't one of them, ever. And basically she never expected to be one. She had this idea that maybe Hillsdale's standard is just too high for her.

It was around 5pm or so when the grade 2 students gathered at the activity area located at Fortworth building.

Katelyn as usual chit-chatted with her friends. Her section formed two lines. One for the boys and one for the girls. They took their seats at the floor.

The teachers took their turns. From the first class to the last. Calling every achiever's names. Katelyn never listened. She just kept on chatting with her classmates. Johanna especially.

Their class just clap their hands until Ms. Pardee's names was called by her co-teacher.

Katelyn suddenly kept quiet. "For the third honors of my class..." She started. Ms. Pardee started calling out her student's names. "And finally.." She paused. Possibly thinking that her pause would give some suspense to her announcement and all. "Katelyn Fields." After hearing this, Katelyn didn't actually absorb the announcement at once. But fortunately she did and she stood up.

It was totally unexpected but Katelyn was thankful and happy. She would be able to go home and tell her sisters about it. Also her parents once they call that is. They would be proud of her. That's the most important thing for her. To be able to make her family proud of her. To do something in her life. Something good.

Everything was good, she was walking her way to the front. To her adviser holding the mic. She was happy. Until. "First time!" Ms. Pardee added.

Katelyn stopped from walking. But continued anyway. Great. Why do you need to add the 'first time' thing? Katelyn thought. With or without the first time thing, she was still able to get something she never expected.