High School was rarely stressful for me. I had finished most of my elementary classes to graduate before I became a senior. I always used to work and submit my work on time, except for a few exceptional homework. Everything was going well until it’s time for SAT. I always hated SAT. I liked the study, but the time given in the exam was never enough for me. So, every time I had to guess more than ⅓ of the answer. Last time after taking the SAT, I was neither worried neither I was happy. There was something like an empty feeling in me about the SAT. After two weeks, my friend told me that he got his SAT score and told me to check my score. I checked and got very sad and almost felt like I am losing all my energy. I didn’t tell my parents about my SAT grade; I just wanted to talk to them when I overcome my sadness. On one weekend, I was doing my homework, and my parents were talking in the kitchen. I was doing my work very comfortably with a heater beside me, keeping me warm. I was still sad at that time. My mother came to me and asked me my SAT; my hand and feet got cold instantly. I told her with a low voice that I got the same score as the last time.  And the storm begins; my mom goes to my carrying the news, and they both started criticizing me. I am usually a delighted guy, but after that, even tI got so depressed that it was very noticeable, and my friends started asking whether I was okay or not. I started hating it more, and now I think we should have a system where people can figure out what they are good at and put heart and soul in their work. Something which will bring the best out of us, something which will not make us uninterested in doing anything. ‘