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DOES ANYONE ELSE MAKE SCENARIOS IN THEIR HEAD OF THEM DATING SOMEONE AND HAVING THE PERFECT RELATIONSHIP AND DOING CUTE COUPLE THINGS WITH THAT PERSON BECAUSE ME 24/7
i don’t think i’ve ever agreed with anything more than what this man is saying
watch this. seriously
yes yes yes yes yes
this is amazing
this guy is so sick
I needed this right now. Anyone taking finals needs this right now.
I’m about to turn 30. I could have been valedictorian when I graduated High School but I was too lazy to complete the forms. I have a Bachelor’s from DeVry, where I left with an average 3.2 carrying an average course load of 18 credit hours (peak 24, nadir 14). I also have an Associate’s from a local college, and I am Phi Theta Kappa there.
Here’s what I can tell you.
No employer has ever asked for my GPA. No employer ever gave a SHIT about my grades. DeVry only cared about my ACT score, and my Bachelor’s lost me jobs because I was “overqualified”. Now that I’m using my Associate’s, no one cares about my grades, or degree. My employer cares about A) my hours, B) my practical quals.
Unless you’re pushing for the Ivy League, no one is going to care about your grades. Ever. Amen. So I say to you this: 3.0 or above works for most but honestly, just get a good score on your ACT or SAT (and remember, you can retake it!). College is not a guarantee of a good life or even a paycheck. If anything it’s a near-guarantee of crippling debt.
THAT DOES NOT MEAN DO NOT GO, but for god’s sake do your research on your degree. Know what to expect. Colleges are marketing departments and will tell you sweet lies to get your money because college doesn’t care and won’t coddle you.
DO SOMETHING THAT YOU LOVE. Find a way to make money in a way that you enjoy. It might not be the thing you enjoy most, but if you like it and it pays for what you enjoy most, well. That might be good enough.
Read. Travel. Take risks. Fuck up, try again. But enjoy it.
Godspeed.
I won’t even lie here. I cried. Because, its true. And I got so fuckin angry at a few things he said, because it’s happened to me and it’s true. Those few points, those few minutes, the replies they all give. I got angry at it, at all of the things he stated. Because when they happened to me, I was angry, I was sad, confused, and was pissed off. This is the truth.
Its a shame, I ask my little sister in the first grade, she’s dyslexic that ‘If someone has an ‘F’ are they smart?’ and she replied with ‘No they’re stupid’. Then I asked ‘If someone can’t tell a ‘B’ from a ‘D’ are they stupid’ and then she tried to figure out how to reply. Because everyone, ever since she entered, was telling her what to do, and parents just reply the same way they always do, and push you to keep going. So she basically couldn’t make sense of it. Being so young, and never ‘failing’. Its sad to see her being pushed so hard and being put thoughts in her head without a second thought.
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
my new motto in life
stop what you’re doing and adore me
i leave crumbs in the butter because i hate my family
i found your nudes in the lol tag

