Perhaps the only test score that I remembered is the 55 when I was in high school.
The test was the final for a course. I remembered waiting anxiously as my teacher Mr. Right passed out our papers one by one. It was a rather difficult
test. I heard my classmates groaning, and I could tell by the groans that the
scores weren’t looking good.
Mr. Right put my paper on my desk. There in big red numbers, circled to
draw attention, was my score, 55!
I lowered my head, and covered the score up quickly. A 55 is not
something that you wanted your classmates to see. “The scores were not
very good, none of you passed,” Mr. Right said. “The highest score in the
class was a 55.”
A 55. That’s me!
Suddenly my sad look didn’t look so bad. I had the highest score. I felt a lot better.
I walked home alone that day with the low but high score. My father knew that I had a big test that day and asked me as soon as I got home, “How did
you do in your test?” “I made a 55,” I said.
A frown(皱眉) now stood on my father’s face. I knew I had to explain
immediately. “But Dad, I had the highest score in the class, ” I proudly
stated. I thought that explanation would make a difference. “You failed!” my father replied. “But it’s the highest!” I insisted. “I don’t care what scores others had, but you failed. What matters is what you do!” my father
firmly said.
For years, my father was always that way. It didn’t matter what others
did, it only mattered what I did and that I did it excellently.
We often don’t understand the wisdom（智慧）of good parents until
we ourselves stand in the parents’ shoes. My father’s words have carried me throughout life.