I Can Solve Problems: The Bad Grade The test had bright red letters on the top: “See Me.” After class ended, I shuffled up to Mr. Moore’s desk with my eyes on my feet. I knew he would be disappointed that I didn’t do well on the test. “Jacob,” he said as he saw me standing in front of him. “I was surprised to see you struggled with this one.” “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. I knew I hadn’t studied as much as I should have. I was playing on two different baseball teams because my dad wanted me to improve my throw. One of them was a travel team which meant long drives in the car or on a bus and late nights of practicing. It was difficult to keep up with my schoolwork and still work hard on the team. “If you’re interested, I can offer you some extra credit,” Mr. Moore said. My eyebrows lifted in surprise as I looked up at my history teacher. I didn’t expect him to help me out like this. “Really?” I asked. “You’re a good student,” Mr. Moor...