In middle school, our school year was broken down into 4 quarters. On the second to last day of the first quarter, my best friend Julia and I were walking to my house, despairing. Neither of us had ever received anything less than an A in a class, and we were both about to get our first B. I couldn't smile, or feel better, all I could do was think about how my computer and friends and free time would be taken away from me by my parents. Julia turned to me and said "You know, life... Is like a flower. That never opens. And dies." In that moment, when I was almost about to start sobbing, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Anytime I feel like my situation is hopeless, I remember that and can't help but smile.
Oh, and neither Julia nor I received the B: both of our teachers had somehow mistakenly put a grade in incorrectly. Or maybe it had something to do with the cookies we baked for our geometry teacher that night...
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