Goodbye, GPA, I’ll miss you

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Dear GPA,

I would like to preface this by saying, I am sorry. Mostly for myself, but I do feel it’s important to acknowledge both parties’ participation in all of this.

I know this is not what you were expecting. I can promise, it is not what I was expecting either, let alone my parents. But sometimes bad things happen to good grade point averages. That is just life.

To be honest, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little angry about how this all turned out. I admit, I may have made some mistakes, but I didn’t think I made that many mistakes.

And while I understand that this is hard for you, you didn’t have to bring “the university” into this. This was between us.

We gave it our best. We tried counseling, but every time we sat in the advising appointment I always felt like I was doing all the explaining, and you took none of the blame.

I’ll admit, I wasn’t perfect.

I cheated on you. I cheated on you in physics class, math class, online exams. But I did it for us.

I know relationships are supposed to be all about communication, but in our case that class ended up being way more of an issue than a help. And while I may have seemed withdrawn, it was unfortunately not soon enough to recover my grade.

But you weren’t perfect either. I could only put up with your possessiveness and jealously for so long.

It was always “Where are you going” “Who with” “Why are you drinking, its 2 p.m. on a Tuesday.” It’s none of your business what I do with my Tuesdays! Don’t try to make me feel guilty for my irresponsible actions.

We had chemistry. And considering how hard those tests went, that was probability a large part of the problem. Not to say that there was never an attraction, but honestly, to me, you were never more than a 2.5.

I would like to have been able to say that I was willing and happy to put up with the late nights, the work I should have put into us, those god-forsaken Monday morning deadlines.

I lament my inability to say that the only thing getting turnt on those Friday nights were the pages in my study guide.

But everybody makes mistakes. And sometimes, it is important to realize when something maybe just never was meant to B. Or even C. Or even D+.

Sorrowfully,

Miranda Hansen