All that panic. All that stress. All those tears. All that lorazapam. Over nothing.
I was terrified my GPA was going to drop below a 3.0.
It has dropped from a 3.3, to a 3.2.

Life goes on.

I may catastrophize, but I’m not one of those perfectionistic types. I graduated from high school at the bottom of my class. In college, I’ve made the dean’s list once, plus Psy Chi. I can forgive myself for one lousy semester.


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