The smartest person I've ever met was a year behind me in school, but his best friend was in my grade. The best friend, hereafter known as J, was not stupid, per se. He had a flair for war history and practically made a career of witty quips designed to tear me apart at every opportunity. He sat behind me in one of my classes my senior year, and while I slept through the class and earned a high A, his percentage at one point was in the single digits. This was due completely to lack of effort, although I contended that one would have to exert effort in order to do so poorly. Even guessing on every question on the tests should have netted him 25%, right?
I graduated high school second in my class, with a perfect 4.0 GPA, a support system convinced I would make something of myself in the real world, and a major scholarship which allowed me to attend the college of my dreams five hundred miles from home, tuition free. I was on top of the world and could do no wrong. J was entering the military, and I don't even know whether he earned his diploma. I don't recall his presence at graduation.
Since then, I have been knocked down by life at seemingly every opportunity. I allowed myself to feel superior--to J, to all the other students who barely graduated, to all the students with whom I'd spent all those years in Honors classes, to all the students who were accepted to my somewhat prestigious university, most of whom I dismissed as dumb jocks or "sorostitutes." And I have paid dearly for it. I find myself whiling away a lonely summer on the Internet, unable to find employment, an internship, or a research position, scholarship gone, boyfriend off doing exciting things without me, barely passing some of the classes which are the pillars of my major.
I ran into J on the Internet tonight. He joined the Marines, got married about six months after we graduated, and has a beautiful baby girl. While it may not be the career or life path I envision for myself, at the age of not quite 21 he has made something of himself, made his life matter. He is honorably serving his country while simultaneously providing for a family, while I sit around crying to my mother about how I'll never get the job I want and making plans to go out with her for Long Island iced teas when I'm old enough.
Every step I try to take forward finds me facing yet another obstacle. By the time I was a junior in high school I had my life all figured out. Graduate with straight A's and go to university on scholarship, which I did, and then earn a degree in Chemistry and possibly a Master's as well in four years, all without costing my mother more than a few thousand dollars, moving on to work my way up to BSL-4 researcher with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Atlanta. I didn't need a husband or a family; my way was decided and I was going to get there. Now none of those plans is the least bit certain, and some of them have become downright impossible. I find myself humbled.
May I remember J next time I deign to feel superior.
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