There’s something liberating in being expected to fail. No expectations, no explanations.
After all, “you’ll never amount to anything,” you’re damaged goods.
So you’re free to fall on your face. Or reach for the stars. I did both.
When I didn’t make friends, it was expected. Who would want to hang out with me?
I flunked out of Science and French. No big deal.
I was awarded first place in a writing competition. And I had to read my essay in front of the governor! Everyone was stunned.
Boys headed for the hills after just one date. “Well what did you expect?”
I jumped off the roof at college. “Poor thing. You’re a sick girl.”
Then I graduated from college Magna Cum Laude. They couldn’t believe it.
I keeled over at work. “See? We told you that you couldn’t hold a job.”
Then I got the job of my dreams.
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