Resistance is futile.
Even if I get straight A's this semester, my cumulative GPA will only be 3.96. Yeah, you're saying "Only? Shut up, asshole." You're probably right, but, I was hoping I could get a 4.0, just to spite all the teachers that saw me only as average. Just to prove to myself, and everyone, that just because you sort shit like that out a little later in life doesn't mean you're screwed, that you can still be just as good, or better, than all the Ideal Little Children.
What was really driving me though, was the idea that I could. I'd say to myself "I can, so why the hell not?" The smashing of stereotypes was just a pleasant side effect. I almost found my limit last semester. Almost, I think. I could have worked harder and done more if I had really wanted to, so I don't know how much farther I would have gone. I'm almost disappointed that I didn't push myself over the edge just to see where it was.
It used to be "I can" now it's "I know I can, and I have" and a little bit of "Too late, I can't."
I'd be 2 GPA points away from the ultimate spite if I pushed myself to the edge again. It's almost like a Linkin Park song. My attitude is making a definite shift towards "Why bother?" If I get into MIT, I'll maintain whatever GPA they want of me. I guess that goes for anywhere, really. Otherwise, I'll just stop worrying so damn much. I'll do what's enjoyable, and if I have busywork, like the 18 thousand chemistry problems I have tonight, I just won't do it. It doesn't really matter.
To graduate with a 3.75, I need 1 A, which I know I'll get in Newspaper, and C's besides. If you know me, you know that that's ridiculously low standards for me. Go ahead. Tell me why I should care.
What was really driving me though, was the idea that I could. I'd say to myself "I can, so why the hell not?" The smashing of stereotypes was just a pleasant side effect. I almost found my limit last semester. Almost, I think. I could have worked harder and done more if I had really wanted to, so I don't know how much farther I would have gone. I'm almost disappointed that I didn't push myself over the edge just to see where it was.
It used to be "I can" now it's "I know I can, and I have" and a little bit of "Too late, I can't."
I'd be 2 GPA points away from the ultimate spite if I pushed myself to the edge again. It's almost like a Linkin Park song. My attitude is making a definite shift towards "Why bother?" If I get into MIT, I'll maintain whatever GPA they want of me. I guess that goes for anywhere, really. Otherwise, I'll just stop worrying so damn much. I'll do what's enjoyable, and if I have busywork, like the 18 thousand chemistry problems I have tonight, I just won't do it. It doesn't really matter.
To graduate with a 3.75, I need 1 A, which I know I'll get in Newspaper, and C's besides. If you know me, you know that that's ridiculously low standards for me. Go ahead. Tell me why I should care.