Life would never be easy for him, and this challenge would build his true character. He was now preparing for his resits in January, under the watchful guidance of his sister. His sister was always like a mother to him, he held her in high esteem. She never gave up on him, even when he would decide he couldn't do it. He had fond memories of the time his family home was wrecked by hurricane. The famous hurricane was 'Hurricane Gilbert'. At the time his mother was overseas, and it was only his sister, brother and father in Jamaica. His sister had to take care of all of them, taking over most of the cooking and motivation at home. One could never ask for a better sister. She was a brilliant woman, who was always willing to help others first. Whatever she put her head to she always achieved. She was a great motivation for him. He always wanted to be like her in all areas of his life.

His Dad had put his sister in charge of his academic progress. The time had come for him to put in the kind of work that was lacking when he was in school. He never wanted to be seen as the 'dunce' one of the family. His family had high standards and everyone expected him to emulate them. His sister had booked him into extra classes, and at first he was not happy. It meant that he had to go back to JC for these classes. He celebrated when he was told that the classes would be in the evening, when the shadows danced with the street lights. He was happy to be back on the campus, but he never expected to come back in this manner. He still loved supporting JC, it was in his blood.

It was about 2 months to go before the exams and he was right on track. His sister kept drilling him with past papers and keeping him focused on passing the exams. He felt that he was on track, having practiced so many questions, but he knew he had to do more. He had now started preparing for his A' level subject as well. His classes were on Saturdays, which worked for the best, as he played chess at the same venue. So he just went to classes then to play chess. The A' Level class made him feel like he was in sixth form, but he knew he wasn't. At times he would find a corner to hide at breaks, not wanting to answer any unnecessary questions. He was disappointed with himself, and he knew he would have to redeem himself. He was motivated and seeing the prize ahead of him....