A thousand years ago when I was in a high school psychology class, one of the requirements was to write a journal entry every week for that quarter. For someone like me, that was easy peasy. I could write you anything, just don't ask me for help with Algebra. But for some reason that I can't recall now, I didn't do it.
If memory serves me, it was when I started doing work study so I went to school for a little bit then went to work. I think I just forgot all about it. Also, this was before journaling was a thing; keeping a diary was for young girls and old people, not for high schoolers.
So, I don't fail well. I am problem-solver. We know this. I remember the sinking feeling of the teacher announcing that the journals were due at the end of the week and I just knew I was screwed.
I considered just faking it. It was like twelve entries or something, certainly I could pull that together. But that's not how I was wired then or now. I sat down to figure it out and finally just wrote one journal entry explaining why I didn't get the assignment finished.
I wish I still had it, maybe I do. I don't recall what I wrote but probably something along the lines of the above: work study student, short attention span (what they called ADD back then) and asked for consideration.
Yeah, I got an "A" on that entry, which made my failure to complete an assignment "F" grade into a "C".
I don't know why I thought of this, other than a whole lotta life examination happening up in here right now. I'm going to try to channel that tenacious, never-say-die teenager over these next few months as I try to figure out all.the.things. I'm going to make an "F" grade into a "C".
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