Dug this bad boy up out of a yearbook or old photo album, and I must say, I'm still very pleased with my 17-year-old self. Now, my high school only calculated GPA thru junior year, so there was no way I could fix my less-than-stellar 3.1868 (unweighted, NBD) GPA, but colleges still see your Fall grades when you apply, so I was still grinding. My motivation was maybe a Herculean effort could help get me into Vassar College where I could make the Division III volleyball team and major in....something.
***Spoiler Alert***: Vassar College is a well-regarded liberal arts college and my less than impressive transcript and shitty SAT II scores were not getting me in.
The funniest thing here is just how I stopped giving a shit in the 2nd semester (after I was told to fuck off by Vassar but accepted by two other schools). For example, let's look at my Calculus grades:
A-, A-, B, B. What's total horseshit here is how that somehow averaged out to a "B". Wondering what that number next to the grade is? Check it out:
Also just want to take this moment to point out what a health and fitness stud I was:
Sup ladies?
What's the point of all of this? Maybe I'm shocked I've been able to live a decent life despite not being a straight A student. Sure, high school grades determine where you can go to college. Where you go to college plays a big part in determining what professional/grad school you get into or what your options are for your first job, but you know what else matters? Not being a total fucking tool to people.
Man - this blog took a weird twist at the end. I didn't see that coming.
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