Early this week, I called home from the office and spoke to an enthusiastic M1. “Hi mummy! Guess my History marks?” M1 enthused.
“Hmm. 84?” “No. Out of 100. Guess!”
“Err… 78?”
“Mummy! Out of 100!” she chided me.
“94? I dunno… Tell me,” I gave up.
“100, mummy! I scored 100 for my History!” beamed a happy M1.
Wow. What a brilliant child my M1. I beamed with happiness too.
Angieneering 
100 was for Paper 3.