Tis the season for commencement speeches. Here’s one of my favorites (thanks, Stan).
Also: 10 Things Your Commencement Speaker Won’t Tell You (WSJ, 28 April 2012)
You’ll never read the following obituary: “Bob Smith died yesterday at the age of 74. He finished life in 186th place.”
High-school me had an inkling of this, but she operated as though grades determined her value as a human being. (High-school me wept when she got a “bad” score on the practice PSAT.) Grad-school me still has a long way to go, but she knows enough to send a hug back in time. And also some amused thanks for the mindless grade-grubbing, which ended up translating into some significant financial help. Thus, I was rewarded for being paranoid and vow never to change my behavior.