Took me long enough.
It started in third grade.
During math, I was the exception. It was more productive for me to practice spatial intelligence because I had mastered everything she said to me the first time she said it.
Then she let me do the homework in class.
Then I didn't have to do the homework.
Gifted and Talented.
I didn't want it, I asked my mom how I could become ungifted.
She told me I couldn't. So I didn't. I figured something so easy must not be worth my time.
So I didn't really do much of anything. I found things to try, tried them, and moved on. I didn't master them and decide I had conquered them, and I didn't give up because they were too 'easy'. I tasted them. Good grades are one of those things I tasted, and moved on from. If I could get a B in Calculus without doing the homework, or studying for the tests, or spending more than an hour on the final project, I was happy. It was enough for me, and my parents knew the grades I got reflected not the 'B student', but the gifted procrastinator who hadn't tapped his potential.
Now I am in college. The last step. The last oppurtunity, under protection. The bastion of scholars. And I was profoundly happy in the beginning. 'This is where I am supposed to be'. I am here now with people who love me. Understand me. And we trust, and there is potential. For growth, of the best kind. And I flourished. Heartbreaks are like cracks in the sidewalk. Sure if you never use it, it stays nice. So the grades were there, but not in my foreground. I was successful in other ways. But this quarter.
Something changed.
The cutains fell away.
The world was revealed. And I kicked its ass. Not because I needed to, but because now that I have- so many doors remain open. The single step path that I had the day out of highschool has branched out. There are forks in the road, all of them untravelled. I have sharpened with diligence the axe of my achievements. Thus borne:
Course Grade Quality Points
NATURAL HISTORY OF INSECTS A 16.00
RACE & ETHNICITY:INTRO A 16.00
INTRODUCTION TO LOGIC A 16.00
INTRODUCTION TO ASIAN RELIGIONS A 16.00
GPA 4.000
This is done by many across the spectrum, daily. These are not for my parents. These grades are not for whoever reads this and is impressed. These grades aren't even for me. They are for the system. The system is a dirty slut who spreads her legs for the right letters. Here I come, no lube.
During math, I was the exception. It was more productive for me to practice spatial intelligence because I had mastered everything she said to me the first time she said it.
Then she let me do the homework in class.
Then I didn't have to do the homework.
Gifted and Talented.
I didn't want it, I asked my mom how I could become ungifted.
She told me I couldn't. So I didn't. I figured something so easy must not be worth my time.
So I didn't really do much of anything. I found things to try, tried them, and moved on. I didn't master them and decide I had conquered them, and I didn't give up because they were too 'easy'. I tasted them. Good grades are one of those things I tasted, and moved on from. If I could get a B in Calculus without doing the homework, or studying for the tests, or spending more than an hour on the final project, I was happy. It was enough for me, and my parents knew the grades I got reflected not the 'B student', but the gifted procrastinator who hadn't tapped his potential.
Now I am in college. The last step. The last oppurtunity, under protection. The bastion of scholars. And I was profoundly happy in the beginning. 'This is where I am supposed to be'. I am here now with people who love me. Understand me. And we trust, and there is potential. For growth, of the best kind. And I flourished. Heartbreaks are like cracks in the sidewalk. Sure if you never use it, it stays nice. So the grades were there, but not in my foreground. I was successful in other ways. But this quarter.
Something changed.
The cutains fell away.
The world was revealed. And I kicked its ass. Not because I needed to, but because now that I have- so many doors remain open. The single step path that I had the day out of highschool has branched out. There are forks in the road, all of them untravelled. I have sharpened with diligence the axe of my achievements. Thus borne:
Course Grade Quality Points
NATURAL HISTORY OF INSECTS A 16.00
RACE & ETHNICITY:INTRO A 16.00
INTRODUCTION TO LOGIC A 16.00
INTRODUCTION TO ASIAN RELIGIONS A 16.00
GPA 4.000
This is done by many across the spectrum, daily. These are not for my parents. These grades are not for whoever reads this and is impressed. These grades aren't even for me. They are for the system. The system is a dirty slut who spreads her legs for the right letters. Here I come, no lube.