I told myself before starting university that I would try my best, and I would have compassion for myself whenever my best didn't necessarily meet my standards.
I tried really hard. I did all I could. I passed, even if it wasn't with flying colours.
I mean, c'mon. I'm achieving my dreams, I've got an amazing brother who will scandalously talk to me during school (Mum you SO do not know this! Promise!) and is wicked fun, and amazing music to cheer me up.
I'm a smart girl. I can sing, write, dance, draw, talk my way out of a lion's jaws, and a whole lot of other stuff.
It's just a grade! Frak it! I'm not a grade, I'm Kiwi!