The Report Card ─ Draft Two

I am not a smart boy, always I get extremely awful grade. One day, the report card was sent off and I got bad grades again. I took the report card to my dad agitatedly. I thought that I must be blamed by Dad. Dad watched the card in several moments and he didn’t say any words. I felt more terrible. Then my dad didn’t blame me as well as commended me. He talked to me that I did a good job, just needed to study hard. I was so happy that Dad could see my best, even though I didn’t get good grade. I talked to my father that I would keep doing my best. One day I must be his proud. The day, I got one thing you need not have good grade; nevertheless, you should do your best.