He always got the best grades.
Teachers loved him. Professors ate him up. His parents bragged to their friends "My son is in honor roll marching band student association math club deans list." His friends asked him for notes. Friends of friends asked him to proofread.
His car was broken, his grandmother was lonely, his dog was fat, his clothing was ratty, his room was messy, and he was completely alone.
And yet . . . he always got the best grades.
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This isn't me. This is, however, what I could become. Don't worry, my car isn't broken, and I did send a letter to my Granny.
ReplyDeleteMy room is messy though.
But I don't get the best grades, and nobody comes to me for help. I'm okay.
But I do need to be careful, or I'll end up there.
Yeah, be careful you don't get the best grades.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I like the way you put the good into perspective with the angsty.
When I say "you," is it clear that I mean the voice of the piece (sometimes)?
These captchas are strange: "snalinge." What does that even mean?
Why no comments on your other post? I reeeally wanted to comment, and then I decided to comment here only to forget whatever stunningly beautiful, deep, inspiring words I was going to say. So there. You lost them.
ReplyDeleteI guess all there is to say now is... tears are healing, and your character will work out someday. I think you should try a new angle, and no, I will not explain what I mean by that (I'm not sure).
I think that I got my character anyhow. So thanks for the support.
ReplyDeleteAND my sister did some amazing things in college and freaked out about grades even worse than I do, and she made it out with friends. I guess that anything is possible, right?
Hah! You see? It's amazing what a brilliant mind (and perhaps a deadline) can do!
ReplyDeleteYou'll end up with friends. Well, at the very least, "friend."
Yeah, I've heard that somewhere.