When I entered high school I was an A-student, but not for long. I wanted the fancy clothes. I wanted to hang out with the guys. I went from being an A-student to a B-student to a C-student, but I didn't care. I was getting the high fives and the low fives and the pats on the back. I was cool.
As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it'll all be forgotten.
Life is like a piano. What you get out of it depends on how you play it.
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