Getting straight A's
As I've talked with my dad recently about college, I kept thinking and he kept asking the same thing: what is keeping me from getting a 4.0? My grades aren't at all terrible, but what is my excuse for not getting straight A's? I have the brains and the talent. I don't sit in front of the T.V. or computer all day, so what am I doing that's keeping me from getting those A's?
After much thought, I've concluded that it just hasn't clicked with me yet. I believe there comes a time during a person's maturation when responsibility and reliability just become part of one's nature. Homework just gets turned in on time, all the time.
Now this all just sounds like my big excuse for not being the conscientious junior I should be. It's like my out for not performing up to the level I'm capable of. I'm not going to let this conclusion keep me from doing my best to become a better student. But I've thought so much of why I'm not getting that 4.0, and I think this is the reason. I honestly cannot think of anything else.
The problem is, before that mature attribute gets acquired, I still need to get that 4.0. I feel like I'll be wasting all of my God-given talent and ability if I don't. I told my dad (who really wants me to go to Princeton) that I need to find my own motivation to accomplish what I need to to get there. He said no, when I get his age I'll realize that at this point in my life I don't understand what it'll mean to get there and what it'll mean if I don't. I agree. He's NOT the kind of dad that Neal's is in Dead Poets' Society (which I hated, by the way; but that discussion is thankfully over.)
A piece of evidence I have for my maturation theory is the story of a family friend, Bruce Jackson. In high school, he said he was the bottom of his class. When he went to college, he just had this desire to do better and ended up transferring to Oxford for a semester, followed by Amherst and other prestigious schools. But I can't tell my dad that I'll be like this. I have to try my best now. And that means straight A's. If I don't get them, it won't be anyone's fault but my own. In the process, I'll be letting myself, my parents and I feel, my Father in Heaven, down.
Enough of that dumb topic. I hate talking so seriously. It gets me depressed. It was a lot of rambling, too. But I guess I'm glad I got it out.
After much thought, I've concluded that it just hasn't clicked with me yet. I believe there comes a time during a person's maturation when responsibility and reliability just become part of one's nature. Homework just gets turned in on time, all the time.
Now this all just sounds like my big excuse for not being the conscientious junior I should be. It's like my out for not performing up to the level I'm capable of. I'm not going to let this conclusion keep me from doing my best to become a better student. But I've thought so much of why I'm not getting that 4.0, and I think this is the reason. I honestly cannot think of anything else.
The problem is, before that mature attribute gets acquired, I still need to get that 4.0. I feel like I'll be wasting all of my God-given talent and ability if I don't. I told my dad (who really wants me to go to Princeton) that I need to find my own motivation to accomplish what I need to to get there. He said no, when I get his age I'll realize that at this point in my life I don't understand what it'll mean to get there and what it'll mean if I don't. I agree. He's NOT the kind of dad that Neal's is in Dead Poets' Society (which I hated, by the way; but that discussion is thankfully over.)
A piece of evidence I have for my maturation theory is the story of a family friend, Bruce Jackson. In high school, he said he was the bottom of his class. When he went to college, he just had this desire to do better and ended up transferring to Oxford for a semester, followed by Amherst and other prestigious schools. But I can't tell my dad that I'll be like this. I have to try my best now. And that means straight A's. If I don't get them, it won't be anyone's fault but my own. In the process, I'll be letting myself, my parents and I feel, my Father in Heaven, down.
Enough of that dumb topic. I hate talking so seriously. It gets me depressed. It was a lot of rambling, too. But I guess I'm glad I got it out.
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