Today. The last day of the third quarter at school. We're on the home stretch. School will be out in two tiny months full of only 45 days of school. Two precious months that will fly by at break-neck speed, refusing to be constrained by any wild attempt.
Today. The last day of the third quarter at school. I got a terrible grade on my history exam. I was so mad when I saw it. Angry. Disappointed. Annoyed. Why didn't I study harder? Why didn't I stay up later? Why didn't I try harder?
Because sometimes, I just can't. And I need to realize that the most important thing in life is not a good grade on a report card. In ten years from now, no one is going to know or care about this exam grade. I'm not even going to remember. In view of eternity, what does straight-A's even matter? I thought of the lines from Edmund Vance Cooke's poem called "How Did You Die?":
You are beaten to the earth? Well, well, what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there--that's disgrace.
I let a simple exam grade get me down. But I won't allow it to keep me there. No. I'm jumping up with a smile. There's more to life than academic success.
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Never settle for less!
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