I’m smarter than my GPA…

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.

-Danna

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Who I am & What I do

I could say I’m just a chick typing behind a screen, but that’d be the first and only lie you’d have from me. Truth is, I am a female behind a screen typing some words down, I’m the girl at that table across from you with headphones in her ears and a Starbuck’s Venti Mocha Frap right next to her for company. I’m the girl sitting down by the window scribbling away in a gold trimmed journal. I’m the girl wanting to make a difference in the world just like everyone else who claims the same. But that’s what makes me different, I’m going to be the one to make it happen.

I want to be someone’s inspiration, someone’s light at the end of the tunnel. I want to be the reason people decide to check the end of that tunnel for that light. I’ve been through some pretty tough poo, and I’m still here. My reason to blog is for that; to serve as someone’s motivation to never give up.

I hope that by blogging I can make a difference. I hope, pray and wish that my writing will serve as someone’s reason to put down the blade and return the pills back to the cabinet. My only dream is to be there when someone needs me. I know how lonely nights can get and to a point, days can get darker than nights; I know it. Just don’t give up. Ever. 

Read, comment, email me, or whatever. I’m one of those freaks who answers to everybody because I believe everyone deserves a chance at this life. Keep on keeping on. In the end you’re a survivor. We all are.

You’re scarred with strength, and don’t ever be ashamed of that.

-danna