To my sister:
First, how did it happen? How did you go from putting your bangs in a colita, to using hair straighteners, and MAC Cosmetics? How is it possible to hold on to time so that you can stay this way forever? If I could, I’d stop it. Right now. There are so many things left unsaid each and every day. So here’s my way of summarizing it, before you grow up even more. Continue reading
Ugh. I’m so frustrated. I’m so fucking done with this semester. I feel like a total nut job. A total loser and dumb as hell. I promise I’m smart. I swear I am. I only regret not letting it show on my transcript.
I wish Universities didn’t have to judge us based on a piece of paper with a rounded number that is supposedly defining our intelligence level. I wish they could just sit me down and we could just talk about all sorts of things. I promise I’m smart enough. I promise I am good enough for your school.
Sit down and talk to me about war, politics, psychology, sociology, fashion industry, medical terminology; anything, dammit. Just hear me out. Listen to me and I promise you I am smart. I know that GPA is important and transcripts are everything, but what about those who cheat their way up? Their transcripts are worshiped. They get accepted into the most prestigious universities and still cheat themselves up. Why?
I’m not the smartest, but I am smart enough. I’m a quick learner, and I study hard when I really need to. No, I’m not as focused as I should be. Because fuck imaginary numbers.
But man, I know a lot of things that my transcript fails to show. I only wish people knew that. I only wish scouts and university recruiters knew that.
I wish more people could get a better chance at this world. But transcripts screw us all over. People drop out because of what they see on their transcripts. Lack of motivation is what its called. I just wish Schools and jobs could look at others beyond what’s on the transcripts, beyond an ACT/SAT score.