Ashton age 13: 7th grade is when you had your first set of finals. You didn't have one or even two you had 5. The teachers had just finished going over all the study guides only 1 week before the tests so you were stressed beyond belief. Your first final was English not your best subject. You had a five hour energy on you desk along with all of your papers, you slipped on your reading glasses and began. About 20 minutes later someone knocked on your door. You sighed and opened it. "Hey pumpkin what's up", your brother Ashton said. "Studying for my English final", you said and sighed again. "You need some help", he said. "Yeah", you said starting to tear up a little. "Shhh it's ok", he said and pulled you into a hug. He then sat down with you and helped you study, and you came home a week later happy because you aced your English final.
Luke age 16: Finals rolled around again and of course your first one was Algebra 1. That was the class you were terrible at and you don't even know how to study math. You sighed as you did another practice problem, checking the calculator and getting it wrong. You slammed you head on the table in aggravation. You made another practice problem and got it wrong. You began to cry you felt so stupid. "Hey what's wrong", Luke said looking over your shoulder. "Oh I can help you", Luke said realizing why you were upset. "Really", you sniffled. "Yeah I'm great at this stuff here", Luke said grabbing your paper and pencil. "See this is how you do it", Luke said showing you. "Oh I get it now", you said starting to understand. "Ok now you try the next one", Luke said. You got the problem right and aced your Algebra 1 final and you couldn't stop thanking Luke.
Michael age 17: Finals sucked for you especially science, you just didn't understand. The science final was based off of chemistry, the worst part of science. You held your study guide looking at the guide of how to make this weird-named chemical. You had to memorize 49 more not counting that formula. "Does anyone in this house know how to do chemistry", you screamed in aggravation. "I do", you brother Michael said. "You do", you questioned. "Yeah it was my favorite", Michael said. "So you can help me", you said. "Yeah let me see", Michael said looking at the paper. "Ok so all you have to do is make up an acronym for it, that's what I used to do", Michael said. "Oh ok so like make flash cards and stuff", you said. "Yeah I'll help you write them out", Michael said. Next week when you got your final back you and Michael were so proud with your grade.
Calum age 14: 8th grade world history was terrible. Your teacher had an accent and you could barely understand what she says so you never understood the class. So when finals came up you were clueless about how you were gonna pass. "What final are you studying for", your brother Calum asked. "World history", you said and sighed turning your page. "Really I used to love that class I always aced it", Calum said. "Well can you help me I never understood what she was saying because of her accent", you said. "Of course I can", Calum said. "Ok so the key it to split it up into timelines", Calum's said. "Ok so timelines", you said. "Yeah", Calum said splitting up your study guide. "Ok so now go over each timeline and if you need help call me", Calum said. "Ok thanks", you said. You got your final back and you found out you aced it just like Calum said.
