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I am from Congo-Brazzaville and was born and raised there. Now I am a student in the United states and I have been living in Houston for two years now. During my high school in Congo, I used to work hard to always be the best in my class which was the case plenty of time, but not always. In my country, Congo for every high school student in any school at the end of the last year they must pass a national exam which will determine the entry to universities. This exam is named “baccalaureate”, it is written and corrected by the government. The baccalaureate contains seven subjects which are Mathematics, Chemistry, French, History, Biology, English or Spanish, and Gymnastic. A diploma is given for students who succeed. The day for the results is the part I was waiting with impatience.
I remember that I was seventeen during my third and last year in high school. I had gained a lot of skills to face that national exam. I worked hard days and nights for months to be prepared for the exam. The last day of the exam while I was walking out of the building I could hear my heart beating and my blood circulated like tap water. I could not think clearly, I was asking myself if I got the answers right, if I wrote my name on the papers or if I answered all the questions, I was totally nervous and confused. After the exam, I had to wait for the grades because it took two to three weeks for the government to correct all exams. The following week I could not finish my food as I used to do, I

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