Grades.
They’ve always been the grand pedestal I’ve stood upon for as long as I can remember. Up until college, I guess I’ve prided myself on my academic success. Books are my life. Learning is my life. I don’t like talking about grades - good or bad. They’re usually something I keep to myself, for my own personal reasons. That way, I cannot blame my failings on no one but myself. So when the numbers on my grade report don’t match my expectations…well, best believe the internal impact likens with that of a treasured glass figurine shattering on shiny hardwood floor.
