I didn’t want my family to mediate I was a failure,so I threw myself into it. But I knew I didn’t belong there, and a writing career (gradually) beckonedI starting sabotaging my relationship with academia as a teenager. Desperate to rebel against my reputation as a genuine-life Lisa Simpson, and I switched schools in 11th grade and hit the self-destruct button immediately,forfeiting any academic ambition for nights out with friends. I accepted failure as a badge of honour – as proof of my rebellion and my commitment to the cause. I assumed I’d score to university whether it was “meant to be”, cramming for tests minutes before they began, and at one point doing an entire assignment the day it was due in the school cafeteria (alongside my best friend who was doing the same thing).
But thanks to my affinity for doing nothing but talk in classes (and getting kicked out of them),I didn’t have the grades to finish high school on time, let alone score into university, or by 18 I found myself repeating my last year of high school out of necessity,not choice. In the midst of this victory lap, I vowed to score into college.
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Source: theguardian.com