There I was. In the middle of the gymnasium packed full of other fifth and sixth grade student’s with their science fair projects. I was in the center of the column nearest the wall. I had done my science fair report on how much guinea pigs eat in a week. I weighed the food, and made a graph that I colored in brown. The lettering was in bubble writing.
Looking back….the judges should have known that a fifth grader did that all by herself. No help.
And I did.
I had a display with my guinea pig “Chewy” in his cage, a chart and the foods that he ate.
I looked to my right, and there was a boy who has a volcano that smoked. It had amazing detail and I thought it was so cool.
I looked to my left and saw a project that lit up when you pressed a button. Ingenious! Amazing.
Then there was me.
I stood by my project, like all the other students, watching parents and judges applaud and hover over the projects that were truly amazing.
They passed me by and smiled.
I didn’t like the feeling……at all.
I thought to myself, “This is no fair! All these kids had help from their parents!”
I still think that extra credit needs to be given to those kids to do it all by themselves!
From that point on, I vowed that I would work hard and keep up with the kids who had parental help on their projects.
I had the choice of either letting that situation beat me up and make me a victim or beat me up and fight to be the best I can be.
With God’s help, I chose the latter.
Now, when I go to my children’s science fair shows, I make sure that I talk to the child who obviously did it on their own and give them “Extra Credit.”