After a week, the exams start. I have a total of 6 subjects. 

Throughout the week, I don’t touch my drawing and only focus on studying. My dad helps me with my studies, if it were my brother my dad wouldn’t need do this because he  is very good in studies. My dad is very happy that I am asking questions and letting him help me with my studies.

 My mom especially helped me with Mathematics and English. Actually my dad and mom was happy to teach me and I put all my effort  to get good marks, only then I can convince them.

I attend exams every day for straight 6 days. It is tough but I did my best.

Finally all exams were over. I continues my drawing from where I paused.

At the very next day my class teacher informs us, that within five days they distribute our rank card so I only have five days to complete my drawing.

But five days won’t be enough to finish my drawing. So I focus only on my drawing, without wasting a single second.

Days are passing quickly.

Every day I go to school attend classes and take notes.

Once I come home I start continue my drawing. At 6:00 P.M, I start doing my homework.

Two days later at school, my third period science teacher still doesn’t come, so we all just taking loudly. Just then, my Class Teacher Siva sir came into  the classroom.

We all become quite. He looks at all of us and says,

"Students are the same in every generation. The moment teacher isn't in the classroom everyone starts talking"

The whole class become quite.

Then he smiles and says,

"I am no in place to blame you all, because I was once just like you".

We all laugh, then he start to talking again.

"Students, The Principle wants to show your report cards directly to you parents, This applies to student of all standards. Parents meeting will be conducted for each standard students on different days.

For us it is coming Saturday. So, everyone convey this to your parents.

The class become too quite again.

And one more thing, don't try to pull any silly tricks like

Sir my parents are out of town, or they got stuck at work, I don't want any of these lies. Like i said, i was once just like you all are now.”

I know what type of lies you all will say and your tricks. If any of your parents don’t come, I will personally call them, ask the reason, If they find out that

you didn't tell them about parents meeting, then you should be afraid of your parents not me. So be a good kids. And what period is this?

He asks, and my friend says,

“Science period, Sir”

“Okay, Until he comes, don’t talk loud”

After saying this, he left the class.

We all begin to talk what we should do. Only a few students are too happy, because they are bright students who doesn't even know how to get low marks, but the rest of us only get low marks. I know I did great in exams but I still got nervous thinking about it.

After i go home in the evening,  I continue on my drawing but my thoughts are all about my report card.

After my both parents came I told about parents meeting. My dad asks,

"You studied well this time. I noticed that, and you said you did well in exams, so I can tell you will get good marks"

I smile a little nervously and say

 "Of course Dad, you know me".

Then my parents go to their room and I was doing my homework with nervous.

And my drawing is 90% finished. Within four or five days I will complete it but I don’t have that much time.

As the days pass, I became more and more nervous. Finally Saturday arrives, my nervous getting too much.

The whole day I couldn't concentrate on my class, I want to know my result so bad.

Each second feels like an Hour to me.

Finally time passes, and  the last period doesn’t start because they always keep parents meeting during last period. That way, students can go home with their parents after the parents meeting.

 All 7th Standard students walk toward the auditorium with our school bags. It has large enough space for both students and parents.

In 7th Standard there are a totally fifteen class sections, ranging from 7-A to 7-O. My school is Co-educational, which means girls and boys study here, but only in our school we never in same class.

From 7-A to 7-H are girls sections, and. 7-G to 7-O for boys. For each standard class sections will be less or more. Each class has around 30-35 students more or less.

My school has are 2 auditoriums so the girls and boys  are in different auditorium.

After we get into the auditorium, we notice so many parents are already here, and we find were Class-I is allocated and see Siva sir along with our parents.

We go there and sit with our parents. I place my school bag aside me.

Siva sir call each student according to the attendance register. The students and parents go to the front. The parents sit on chair we will just stand beside them.

I am holding my both hands together, my nervousness keeps getting worse as I think about what my results might be.

I am praying to every god right now. I have never been nervous. To be precisely, I have never been this nervous in my whole like.

After a few more minutes Siva sir calls my name, with nervous I pick my school bag. My parents stand u,p walk to the front,  and sit on the chairs.  I stand beside my mom.

Siva sir takes my report card, looks my marks, hand over it to my parents and says,

"There is no improvement in the marks. They are still the same"

After he says that, I am more shocked than my parents because I studied hard. Now I started to doubting my plan of convincing my parents.

My parents look a little angry and disappointed.

Then Siva sir take a sheet of paper. On that paper all my subjects teacher have written their opinion about me .For each students they did it.He looks at it and then hand over it to my parents they see it.

"All the teachers and including me, think your son is well disciplined kid."

Even though my parents angry at my result after hearing this, some of their anger fades.

But suddenly Siva sir says

"I personally want to share something about Ragu. He is too obsessed with drawing. Whenever he gets free  time during breaks and even at lunch time he starts drawing. He even goes to see drawing teacher’s office to see James sir, he teaches him drawing personally.

Because there is no drawing classes for 7th Standard, he doing this."

I was even more shocked. Why Siva sir have to tell them this?

My parents anger stops fading. Instead it starts to growing like a fire. They look at me. I look back at them. then lowered my head, stare at the floor.

Then he simply adds more fuel to the fire.

"Even during games period he goes to see him. James sir and sports teacher are friends, so he gave permission to Ragu to learn drawing from James Sir. I talked with him he keeps saying Ragu has great talent in drawing and that we have to encourage him."

Then he talk serious to my parents

"He is good at drawing that is okay. He can do it as hobby. But.... studies are important. Only then he can get good marks like his brother Bala.

Everyone in this school knows about Bala because he was the  state topper in both 10th and 11th. We all are expecting him he do the same again.

I have high hopes for Ragu and his potential to learn. If he try harder, he can also get good grades, but…."

He see me and say

"His interest in drawing is stopping him"

 I cannot measure the angry level of my parents. I just lower my head.

Then my mom signs the rank card, hand over it and the opinion paper to Siva sir, and stands up.

My dad say to him,

"Next time, definitely there will be good changes in his marks"

Siva sir reply

"If it happen, I will be the first person to be happy"

Then my parents start walking away. I pick my school bag walking with them. Siva sir calls out next student’s name.

While we are walking, I keep quite and think about what is gonna happen now.

Why does Siva sir have to say all those things?

Now, is there any chance I can Convince my parents?

With these thoughts, I walk with them. Suddenly some calls my name I  turn and see who it is and shocked

It is James sir.

He come closer and looks at me. After seeing my dad and mom, he understands that they are my parents. Looking at them he says

"Hello, My name is James. I am the Drawing Teacher. Your son has told so many things about both of you and his brother. Ragu is such a good kid.

Actually I wanted to talk about his talent in Drawing, I thought it would be best if I speak directly to both of you.

After he saying this, my parents angry level goes off the chart.

Looks like this day won't end easily.

Now what is gonna happen?

Can James sir can convince my Parents?….