Half way through November of last year the crushing reality of my only having one more marching band season, one more audition for theater and only one more scheduling with Mrs. Cain, and I guess Mr. Cain saw this on my face. After a test he was talking to me about how he was astounded and a little frustrated of Academy students with no less than a 3.5 GPA worrying and stressing about college recs and essays.
"You guys are used to this, to each other, to the competition. But you're going against people who are proud of their 2.5, kids like me in high school. And honestly screw that. You are better than that, stop worrying."
I haven't gotten an all A report card in a long time (I have bad test anxiety and it shows) and I felt crap about that because I sit at lunch with a guy who couldn't imagine getting a B. But having a teacher, someone I respect and look up to, tell me its okay to be myself, not perfect means the world to me. Am I always going to be a little upset about a B? Sure. But is it the end of the world? God no. Because I have strengths and weaknesses just like everyone else, and being reminded that I'm going to be alright in one of the most stressful parts of my life really helps. I'm going to be okay. And you know what? So will you.
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