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Alphabetical All Right


Adamant about any way to attain an A solely concerned with awards available that day. "Allow yourself to be aloof toward average adolescent actions. Once in a while, you can visit their abnormal attractions. Place yourself above exceptional, awesome, and admirable. Please only attract positive attention from adults and peers if possible. Avoid attacking anyone that is antagonistic, abstain. Abide by the administration and adults don’t refrain. Who cares what they're assuming? Is it that hard to avoid arguing?"

 "All right, being better than average is acceptable. Bar from bad behavior and achieve what is respectable. Bearing ambition and aspirations better than any other—or so she thought. Bawling when she abdicated from her grade’s former spot. A’s and B’s are okay but you could’ve done better. Don’t get angry over the fact that you’re a settler. Beaver’s more like it—building up an unattainable agenda. You can only get so far with frivolous activities and charisma. We’re done with the fibbing and the blubs. Why must you attend so many clubs? Again with the arguing?" 

 "Clearly, any bit of capability is questionable." My grades slipped up so bad they're nearly alphabetical. The first year wasn’t too bad but by the end, I got lost. "Did you give up the second year? What was the cost? Can you comprehend why you were banned from doing too much?" "Friendship is important so go do your thing but don’t come crying when you’re knocked up with no ring. Vice-President of delinquents with an artistic congress. I wish you’d advocate what would make you better, you’re despondent."

 

 Rubbed’ the tears from my eyes and found my next conquest.

I achieved what once seemed unattainable, having an ambition that was virtually unexplainable. I became aloof to anyone’s expectations except mine while having fun with friends and quoting Vine.“I don’t need no degree to be a clothing hanger.” Peace filled what was once only anger. Abiding administration and adults and not refraining, I met antagonists with kindness and understanding. The alphabet is great, just not for grades at a university. So I wound them back to grades that provided security. I learned to have peace in the strife; that by the end everything will be all right.

 

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