All right, Tumblr. I’m not often a big fan of these things, but I need to fill you in on a little something.
This boy here is my 19-year-old brother Dylan. He just finished his first year in college, and let’s just say it was not a good one. For his first semester, Dyl dealt with a roommate who was more or less a dick. The guy kicked him in the shin after some childish male teasing, causing it to inflate to the size of a large coconut. He was on crutches for almost a month, and his roommate still wasn’t that great a person after doing something so stupid. When Dyl walked all the way across campus in the freezing weather by himself, he somehow managed to get into their room before his roommate, who was supposed to pick him up and drive him back to the dorms, so Dyl ended up hearing the guy swear under his breath about having forgotten him. Needless to say, it hurt the kid a lot, but otherwise, his first semester was just annoying and lame.
Then came this second semester. Now, I should mention, he’s double-majoring in Computer Science and Computer Security. He’s a brilliant kid, though he doesn’t see it himself, especially when he struggles with some of his classes. In particular, his Math Logic and Calculus 2 classes. Dyl fought the hard fight and tried his damnedest to overcome the hurdles in these classes. Our high school’s actually ranked one of the worst schools in the state, and frankly, he didn’t receive the skill set necessary to be taking these classes straight out of high school. It was tough, and no matter how hard he worked, he wasn’t able to make a passing grade.
So why am I bringing this up? Well, because as a 19-year-old college Freshman, Dylan seems to think that this is the end of the world, that he’s a failure and he’ll never see his diploma. I might be hyperbolizing a bit, but like his big sister, the boy suffers from serious depression issues, so these “failures” are eating him up. No matter what anyone has tried to explain to him, that it’s okay and he doesn’t need to be so damn hard on himself, he’s still beating the shit out of himself for some blips in his Freshman year of college.
So here’s what I’m going to ask…for you to reblog this, signal boost it, and overall help me prove my point. ”Failure” is a part of life. More importantly, grades that you get in your Freshman year of college do not demean, devalue, or deplete your self-worth. So if you could please help me get through to him, I would appreciate it, and if you want to send some kind words, support, or a show of solidarity, shoot me a message so I can forward it to him and show that he doesn’t need to let these things get to him.
So an update on the little brother. The messages you guys left for him really helped him out. Mom just texted me to tell me his mood is improving and he’s smiling again. Grades came in, and while he loses the Promise scholarship (which paid for his tuition this last year) he’s got another scholarship to take its place. He actually passed Calculus with a C, the little bugger. He’s talking about taking some online courses to get a few extra credit hours in under his belt, so it seems like he’s slowly but surely getting out of his rut. I really appreciate all the positive support coming in for him.
I’m still going to keep this going, not just for my little brother, but for all the kids out there struggling with expectations they’ve set too high for themselves. I think it’s important for people to understand that failure is just as much a part of learning as success. There is absolutely no need to think that falling on your face means that it’s the end of anything, especially not when there’s so much more to do, to learn, and to strive for. No need to be narrow-minded and think that there’s only one way to any goal. If you’ve got to make your own path to get there, then so be it.
Thank you all once again.