deliriumcrow:

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The finish line don’t have an expiration date

I dropped out of high school when I was 17. (My mother tried to kill me and threw me out if her house, there wasn’t really a choice here.) Got my GED at 21, started college at 22. Everyone I’d gone to school with was graduating. I was over the age to buy alcohol, younger students really wanted to be my friend. I kept myself to myself, lived off campus, and really understood how important it was to focus and learn and really study. I, a B student in high school, graduated Magna cum Laude because HOLY FUCK I didn’t want to do some of the jobs I’d taken before school, and I’d also managed to acquire coping skills for mental illness and ADD that I didn’t have as a teenager. Got my masters degree at 37. There were people getting their degrees that day who were twice my age. This isn’t a race. There is no competition. You get through it as you can, when you can, and don’t let anyone – including yourself – shame you into doing otherwise.