Someone tell me it's okay that I'm not perfect. I don't need to get A's and perfect scores on everything in my life. It's okay. You'll love me anyway, you'll love me the way I am.
Who I really need to hear this from is my parents. Unfortunately...
I never feel like enough. For once in my life, though, I'd like to hear my parents tell me that it's enough that I'm attending an amazing four-year college. It's enough that I'm learning new things everyday, I'm exploring my interests, I'm developing my skills as a writer and a critical thinker, I'm challenging myself every single day.
But unfortunately...
I think the only thing my dad would say if I told him that is: where is all my money going? How is this going to help you in the future? What are you going to do with your life? How are you going to get into graduate school? Where are the grades?
The grades, my dear father, are much more difficult to obtain than you might think.
I think that's the one thing that's keeping me from being an English major - something I feel that, deep down in my heart, is what I really want to do.
Damn the grades.
A great way to kick off my 100th blog post.
