At the time of my parent’s death, I was a straight A student. I was speaking four languages, at the top of my class in all advance placements, I was first chair in the violin section of the orchestra, I was in choir, I also played the piano and studied ballet and tennis. When the social workers came and I woke up to the foster care system it dawned on me that nothing I had learned in the classroom equipped me to survive on my own. I was an exceptional student but I didn’t know anything about facing a good business deal or a hustler, trusting my gut instincts or making wise judgment calls. I learned a lot in academia, but I also needed to learn how to rise above peer pressure, rudimentary tort law, navigating contracts with landlords, differentiating between good friends and bad people or how to tell the difference between ambition and greed. Most people have family to cushion their way; I was a naked baby in the woods.
The most difficult lessons I learned were not in academia. The biggest mistakes I’ve made has nothing to do with my GPA. I like to believe that mistakes made and learned from are character building. If that’s the case then I’ve plenty of it. I also have a lot of tenacity, focus, determination, energy, dynamics and edge. I know that I will be an asset to whatever company I work for. I just need the opportunity to prove it.
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