or when you third feels better than first.
i needed to get a transcript printed off, so i asked my lit teacher to do so. before first period started, i came into his room, both to hand in my project and to retrieve my transcript.
when he handed it to me, i realized that it finally had my credits from eighth grade. i noted immediately that one class was missing the five points added and made note to talk to the counselor about it later.
but then.
my eyes flickered to the gpa, next to which was the rank.
3 out of 448.
not only did i notice the eight fewer people in our class, but also the change in rank.
i had dropped two places.
but oddly, that felt better than anything i'd felt in recent times.
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Документальная прозаthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
