Little loves of mine,
Let’s get something straight: I couldn’t care less if you go to college. In fact, there’s actually a part of me that hopes you do anything but that right after high school. Personally I’d much prefer if you grabbed your backpack and hitchhiked some boat to Siberia, started a business making natural soaps, went to volunteer in Haiti, whatever. I say this to you as a former ‘grade grabber,’ as your Aunt Mandy used to call me. You may find it hard to imagine now, but back in the day I used to be an obnoxious overachiever who would be deeply disappointed in herself if she received anything less than an A+ and a gold star. I went to college, I got that paper, got those fancy sashes for being at the top of the class, and I’m telling you firsthand that it doesn’t mean jack shit about the actual education I received, how much potential I have or my worth to society.