They seemed so important back then. They took up like 40% of my waking thoughts. I was so proud of my final grade on my English 12 provincial, but no one has ever cared and it has never mattered what grades I got on anything. I often feel I would have been better off if I'd had a whole bunch of the time I wasted caring about stupid grades in boring classes to myself, to read or learn about real-life skills and experiences. I mean, I guess it was good practice for sitting in an office all day doing boring stuff no one else is going to care about.
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