drop-withdrawal.

After being kicked out of all my honors’ classes:

I have failed more times than I can count. I’ve failed people, classes, and myself. I’ve pushed myself too far, worked myself too hard, and ended up falling flat on my face. Many times, in fact.
But, if I really think about it, I can see where so many other people have stumbled and gotten back up again. I can see that the word “failure” wasn’t invented just for me. It can seem like school is the most important thing in the world, but I somehow know that there’s a lot more to this life than assignments and grades and work. Yes, our education is important. But what about my goals? Not the world’s definition: money, cars, big house. What if I want something more? What do I really want out of life?
I want to help feed the hungry. I want to volunteer in Africa, help kids in South America, go to college and learn rather than get ahead. I want to join the Peace Corps and do what I love to do. I want to see real culture, travel the world, settle down in an artsy little town somewhere so I can read and write and take pictures and just be myself.

Who says I need to live your way?

As Daddy dearest always said, I’m not obligated to succeed, but I can’t ever quit.
And as long as I’ve done all I can, all I want,

I’ve succeeded.

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