It’s Not About the Grade

Last weekend I painted pottery.
A plate.
And I loved everything about it.

Until.

I got it back.
It’s ugly, with streaks,
and there’s absolutely nothing to do with it.
Oops.

I still liked the painting,
so an ugly plate was worth it.

School is the other way.
The end is what matters– the grade.
But that’s wrong.
It’s better to learn, I’m learning.

Buying a pretty plate isn’t near as fun as painting an ugly one.
Dear Caroline, it’s not about the grade. Just paint.

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