Memoirs of a Fat Girl

Professor Janice Craig lectures every Tuesday morning in Mia’s Applied Practice class. She is dull, she is boring; she is seemingly devoid of human compassion and emotion. It is not my favourite class.

Part of yesterday’s lecture got me, though:

You should be reaching a high commitment to accomplishing your goals. We can do this together. Each person should feel like they have an integral role.

I don’t feel like I have an integral role. I feel like an overgrown kid with freaky hair and scabby knees, trying to make it to the top of the jungle gym.

Dare to fail because most successes come one more time after you’ve been knocked down. Get up, adjust it, and you’ll make it better.

Janice Craig, you’ve shocked and amazed me. No one ever tells you to fail, they just scream “Succeed!” at you, until you’ve bounced so often you feel like an overgrown kid with freaky hair and scabby knees, trying to make it to the top of the jungle gym.

We never think about failing, just succeeding, so that when we do fail – a given in the game of life – it gets us down way more than it should.

Get up, adjust it, and you’ll make it better.

Thank you. I really needed to hear that.