Not Perfect by Stephanie Raj

As a perfectionist, I want everything to go the way it’s supposed to. Nothing should change, everything needs to be perfect. 

One thing that needs to be perfect is my grades. 90% or above average in each class and nothing less. Sometimes my grade will drop to an 80, but I manage to bring it up before the marking period ends. My grades are mostly 90’s, with exception of one or two 80’s sometimes, and I planned on keeping it that way throughout all my years of school. Till I had Spanish. 

The first few months of Spanish were easy, I was doing well on all the tests and my averages were 90’s. Then things started to go downhill. Spanish was getting harder and harder, I wasn’t doing as well on my tests and my average was in the 80’s, but I was ok with it. It happened once, so it’s fine as long as it never happens again. Then it happened again. It kept happening constantly, my average in Spanish was below a 90 and that’s not acceptable. I was so disappointed in myself and even thought about quitting Spanish because I couldn’t do it. 

I told my dad that I wanted to quit and he wouldn’t let me. He told me that I can’t be good at everything. He was right, Spanish is a new language for me, so I can’t be perfect in it. My mom told me that I should just keep practicing and I’ll get better and she’s right too. All I need to do is my best and practice, so I can get better. Hearing this from my parents made me realize that nothing can be perfect, including me. I’ve heard lots of people say that no one is perfect, but now I finally believe it.

I believe that nothing is perfect.