i give already
apparently there is a lesson to be learned in trying my hardest and finding my efforts earn a B in sociology. I am trying to let go of the need to get perfect grades. i remember my first B it was in penmanship in the fourth grade. i cried at length over it, despite reassurance from my mom. from that report card onward i conformed my letters into A efforts. i wore a 4.0 GPA proudly until my dad was killed in 1997. after that i flipped from a overachiever into a hermit crab. i was as social as a hermit crab and just as likely as one to attend classes. when i got returned to academics with the intent to excel in college, i regained the satisfaction of being an A student. look at that the therapeutic value of writing. i see now, or actually hear now the wee voice of negativity saying "maybe a B means you are becoming less intelligent over time. and intellect is one of the few things you've got. you're on a flaming comet towards mediocrity if you're lucky." thanks for sharing, now shut the f*#k up.
i am good enough.
i do enough.
i have enough.
i am good enough.
i do enough.
i have enough.