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Gifted


Ever since the age of seven, I've been told I'm gifted, but what does that even mean?--

That I can pass a standardized test with a little more ease that those around me?

but the ones around me that are truly gifted- with art, music, or writing ability- are overlooked because they're not as "smart" as me?

Ever since eighth grade, I've been pressured about which college I'd attend or what career I wanted to pursue when I "grew up"

Reality has it five years later that I'm not even entirely sure about my major-

Harshness has it, all the years of schooling success has instilled in me a complex that I cannot settle for less than an A in a class-

Even as I preach the motto "C's get degrees," I panic if my grade is a borderline B.

I have my ways to maintain, but what happens when school ends?

Do the A's translate to job success?

Not necessarily.

So what's the point anyway?

School, work, die

What a lovely routine.

I'll take my "intelligence" and experience is my journey to enjoy life

I'll enjoy my gifted life

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