An Open Letter

I randomly had a fear, and so I checked my grades from last quarter. I got a 93% in one optional class I was worried about, and the professor set that as an A- which is a 3.85 GPA. This ruined my 4.0, making it a 3.98. But all I see is a failure. This was my last chance to get a 4.0, and it’s gone all because of a group project class that I begged my teammates to work for. And they continued to tell me that it doesn’t matter and that it would be fine, and how they don’t care about their grade. I did 95% of the work, and they did the 5% so badly that it was enough to lose my 4.0.

I put in so much work, sacrificed so much all for just the power to say I had a 4.0. Something that I never had before, but my sister did. Something that was held against me. There it goes. I know this changes nothing else in my life, but it does matter to the younger me, constantly compared to my sister and to others around me. This was finally going to be my chance to show that I wasn’t just the bottom of the barrel, but rather I was normal. And I’ll never get that chance now. I want to cry.