34.When I was in seventh grade,my parents paid a tutor(家庭教師)forty dollars a week for her coming to my house and helping me with math.It ended up raising my marks from 50 to 55. I had to admit it was mainly my fault.Maybe I should have concentrated on my math from the beginning.But studying math was a painful and tough thing.My teachers and friends would frequently ask the question after tests,"How's your math this time?" Gradually I became extremely afraid of math.My fear of math got worse in ninth grade.Every report card I received from my new math teacher Ms Robbins had the comment to encourage me, "I'm glad to do what I can to help you." But I couldn't tell her the real reason why I didn't ask for help-I didn't want to be considered stupid.Every question I had was,in my opinion at that time,something that the whole class had understood but me.So I ended up not caring about anything related to math,without working hard on math at all.But in my bottom of my heart,there was still a worry that I would not pass the math exam or even fail to be admitted to high school. Finally,the day came when my classmates and I took the final test that would lead to our graduation from middle school and stepping into high school.Days after the exam,on a rainy summer morning.Ms.Robbins called me to her office. 注意:續(xù)寫詞數(shù)為150左右。 Paragraph 1: With worry and uncertainty,I entered her office._____ Paragraph 2: After I took the courage to tell my parents the bad news,they were silent._____