OH
I thought of another thing.
GPAs in freshman year. Oh my god. I was so stressed out about my GPA in freshman year (honestly I was just stressed about everything overall). Idc who tells you otherwise: Your GPA in your freshman year doesn’t matter. At All. Some weirdos will tell you it matters, but after my sophomore year, I now have a 3.31 GPA (in freshman my weighted was 3.0), which is well over the GPA I need to get into the college of my choice. That’s a B average, which I’m ok with. It’s okay to be in the b-average range, too. You don’t need to have a 4. GPA and spend every day stressed out of your mind. You’re a teenager. You’re supposed to be living every day like it’s your last. Don’t let the school system psych you out over enjoying yourself. Your life doesn’t always have to be work and no play. I’m not saying don’t work at all. I’m saying to find a mix between both, for I know SO MANY people who don’t know how to stop for five goddamn minutes for a break.
One last thing, I promise.
Your mental and physical health are more important than ANYTHING
I don’t care about anything else. You are first. You must be first. I’ve had to tell people they’re more important than their work so many times it’s upsetting. Take breaks, fall in love, laugh with your friends, do dumb shit. That’s what a teenager is supposed to do. You’re more important than someone pushing you to get some good numbers. You’re more than some code on a computer.