Growing up, I was a try-hard in school. If I didn't get straight A's, I would be so hard on myself. I drove myself into a dark place that I was still recovering .
Last year was my freshman year of college. In my first semester, I drove myself into the ground and got a GPA of 3.8. In my second semester, things stopped (go) my way. I was sick, mentally and emotionally. I got my first C ever. I thought geography had ruined my life, but (actual), maybe that changed my life.
It wasn't until my sophomore year I realized that I needed help. I always tried to hide my (anxious) but it came to the point where I couldn't pretend that I was OK anymore. (admit) I needed help was the best thing that I ever did for myself.
Now with all of this being said, I want to make very clear that I still always give 100 percent. But things are different now. I know my limits and I understand (I) more. I no longer have a(an) (health) relationship with school and really I am learning more now than ever before. I am so excited to show the company that hires me everything I have to offer. I am (confidence) that even though I am not a straight-A student, I have more to offer than my grades.
