Befriending Failure

When I was back in school, middle school in particular, I got quite comfortable with getting bad grades.

I just didn’t care…

It was too hard to care when I truly felt like I was never going to understand whatever it was, anyway.

This attitude wasn’t across the board; some things I actually gave two craps about. I tended to excel in these areas — reading at highly advanced levels, yet going completely cross-eyed over pre-algebra.

Despite knowing I was probably going to be grounded over my Ds & Fs, my lack of caring persisted for quite some time.

I got something right, at least.

I grew out of this mindset by the second half of my sophomore year in high school but still didn’t give the amount of effort to my schooling as I knew I was capable.

I, too, was Clueless.

Even I wondered why, but clearly not enough to cause me to change my ways.

It was always fun to blow the minds of people who truly thought I was an idiot based on my academic habits when they would learn that I was actually kind of smart.

I was a pretty accomplished speller and it royally pissed off one girl who was a known smarty-pants, when I smoked her at a…