“Look! I got an 88 on my math test,” 8-year-old me exclaimed loudly to one of my parents. “It was the highest grade in the class!” Being bad at all things arithmetic, it was such a proud moment for me.
I struggled and fought for that 88 and not only was it a good score, but it was the highest in the class. For once, I was good enough. “Why wasn’t it a 100?” they said back.
The joy and pride left my eyes. I didn’t have an answer. I thought what I had done was good, but it wasn’t enough. My best wasn’t enough.
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