The challenging exam I never had trouble thinking or remembering, but, actually, I wasn’t interested in studying, considering that school kills creativity. I preferred watching films, using social nets and hanging around with my friends. As the result of it, I was never at the top of the class, honestly, I was one of the worst pupils and my classmates thought I was weird. Anyway, I was an obstinate and rebellious teenager, I had no rules and authorities. A sad thing, but nothing unusual. That year I failed four out of five of my classes and received notice that I was being expelled. It was the third school where I was dropped out. My teacher was going to give a call to my parents and it could be the end of my life. That’s why I had to solve a problem. Like millions of other teenagers I had no idea what I was going to do with my life, but I was absolutely sure that the education is not so necessary. My teacher told me that I had to take five exams for two weeks. It was almost impossible to do, but I didn’t have any choice. Those two weeks I was as busy as bee, I studied really hard like never before. I remember one of my friends in school laughing at me, because they couldn’t believe that I sat at a beige wooden desk, faced with piles of revision files, frazzled and frustrated by my improvised timetable. But two weeks went by too fast. The first and the most difficult and important exam was History. To be honest, I didn’t think I could pass. There was so much material on the exam — how could I possibly learn it all? The answer wasn’t glamorous — it was pure terror! Seriously, I was so nervous about the exam that I didn’t sleep for the night. I tried my hardest to pass, but I starting thinking about alternative ways of avoiding the punishment in case I simply couldn’t do it. At the exam after reading the text, I started with the first task and felt really good because most of the questions were from areas I had covered. I probably had around 2-3 unsure answers but I chose the best educated guess. The week after the exam, the results were posted publicly. I was so nervous waiting for them to be posted. My name was on the pass list. It meant that I passed the exam. I was so happy and proud of myself that I ran out of the building skipping and screaming.

What makes a good prep school According to the author’s opinion, in choosing a school, parents have to make some fundamental choices: boarding or a day, single-sex or coeducational, and belonging to a particular religious denomination. Tytler’s first tip is visiting a day school with arranging interviews with the head, he expresses his conviction that where there is a good head there is a good school. Moreover, he considers a school visit reveals much about the school in the way the children behave and strongly recommends asking some important questions whether to know this school is successful and can give a good level of knowledge for secondary education. But the author remarks that if the school chosen is as a boarding school, it’s better to visit the studies and dormitories, preferably in term time. After that David Tytler concludes that the education is not only one of the most expensive things which people can buy but also one of the most important. In conclusion, I would like to say that I completely agree with the author. I think, in this article there are some sensible and useful tips in order to find and choose a good prep school for children, in that nowadays an education is a key to success.

It's better to regret something you have done than to regret something you haven't. I finished talking to my former classmate by phone and stretched. Ten years passed after leaving the school. That’s absolutely unbelievable. I do remember all my life, friends and teachers when I was a schoolboy. I went through all my classmates in my mind. Lucy… She was one of the prettiest girls in our class… Marshall… He always opened his mouth when he was surprised and I teased him for it. Simon… We were best friends at school. But then we entered different colleges and unfortunately, our friendship broke out. Lindsey… She was my first love. I loved her so much. It was more romantic and emotionally uplifting than any other experience I had ever been through. But I didn’t dare to tell her about my feelings. The next day I woke up early, had a breakfast and left home. I was strolling along the street, when, to my surprise, I noticed the woman. It was Lindsey. She was with a man and two children, one of them was about 7 and the other one was 3. I couldn’t believe my eyes! It was really her! I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure that I had to greet her. We haven’t seen each other for more than 8 years. I didn’t know what to say to her and she was with her family…But then she noticed me and cried out in surprise. «Fred! Freddy! It’s me! Lindsey! Do you remember?» she said. What a silly woman! How could I forget her? How could I forget the girl I had all my dreams about? But then I said something awful – «Lindsey? What Lindsey? Give me a minute.» «Oh, Freddy! We were classmates! Don’t you really remember me?” she said sadly. Of course, I did! But I pretended that I couldn’t remember her and then I said - «Ohh, Lindsey! It’s you! I didn’t recognize you! You look wonderful! She brightened up. «Freddy, we haven’t seen each other for ages! But you didn’t change! I’m so glad to see you! Let me introduce you my husband Ted and my children James and Kevin. Nice to meet you all! – I said. We talked to each other for 10 minutes more. Lindsey was interested in our classmates, my job, my family and all other things. I didn’t ask her anything. She looked happy. I was really glad for her. I got to work and worked hard all the day trying not to think about her. In the evening I came back home. I was tired and was going to bed early.

The wedding. Could you read and tell me your opinion or correct my mistakes? Thanks in advance! :) I woke up one sunny Saturday morning and looked up at the wall. «I’m twenty six, I live in New York, one of the biggest cities in the world, I’m a talented and gifted architect and my best friend will marry his girlfriend tomorrow»! - I thought. When you are single and your friends start to get married, every wedding invitation presents a strange moment of self-evaluation. I was an optimist, but I still didn’t have a girlfriend! I didn’t even have a date for the wedding! That was an ordinary Saturday. I had to do a lot of home duties, because I lived alone, cook meal and walk my dog. His name was Robby and I loved him very much. He always greeted me every time when I came home and didn’t fight with me what show we should watch on TV. After a while we went for a walk and I couldn’t stop thinking about a date for my best friend’s wedding, because I couldn’t have come there absolutely alone or even with Robby. I started to remember all my friends and suddenly decided to ask Scotty, she was one of the women I liked most of all, to come with me to the wedding as my "date". I decided to call her and find out whether she’ll agree on that or not. But, actually, I was the luckiest man of all the human beings on this planet or even on others, because she said «yes». I felt myself inspired and absolutely happy, the tomorrow’s day is going to be the greatest day ever! Next day I walked up to Scotty’s front door in tuxedo, knocked on door and when she opened it, I couldn’t believe my eyes how brilliant and fantastic she was! She had long straight blonde hair, her eyes were blue as the deepest sea, and it seemed to me, that her small pink lips coming from the lips of an angel. She was so charming and pretty in her new red short dress that I couldn’t stop looking at her because of her beauty. When we arrived to the wedding ceremony, almost all the guests were there. When I got the invitation out of my pocket and looked at it, I stood paralyzed with fear. I didn’t check «plus one» on the reply card and it forbade me to bring someone along to the wedding! I felt I was ready to fall through the ground. I couldn’t even look at Scotty, I have never felt myself so much ashamed. But the time of the beginning of the ceremony was coming and I had to take something.

Is it right? He will wish she always told him the truth. He will wish she had told him the truth. He will wish she would tell him the truth soon. Thank you in advanced. =)