Article January 1, 2001 Issue

Need a new image?

by Fred Bidault—Nice, France

At the beginning of high school I was a bad student. That was the image I had of myself. I'd say, ‟What good is studying?” I talked with my friends during class, and I was often kicked out for being too disruptive.

I goofed off the whole first year and part of the second. I had bad grades. Then, in the middle of that year, I took some math courses with a college student who explained what a person would do with math, down the road a bit. So I started thinking to myself, ″This is really good.” But everything seemed to indicate that I wouldn't make it into my senior year, and I was very discouraged.

That's when I went to talk it over with my Sunday School teacher. I told him that I was beginning to get interested in what I was doing, and I really didn't feel like doing the year over. I wanted to understand better what we had started to learn about God's love for His children, and the help that prayer can give us.

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