Looking back at my transcript, I got C’s in Creative Writing and American National Government. Motha’ Fucka that is my bread and butter.
What those grades should really say, in fine print, is that during one of those semesters I dealt with the depression of someone close to me. I would skip exams to console and comfort them and make sure they were safe. Then 2 years later, I dealt with my anxiety turned major depression. I wouldn’t sleep and I wouldn’t eat. I thought I had ADHD, but I wrote off my symptoms as regular, college stress.
…so during Mental Well-Being Month, I say fts. I could care less about my half-decent GPA; I’m just happy I’m getting a grip on my life and slowly working my way back.