So long story short, I was failing my AP Lang class the whole year. Because of my anxiety, I  wasn’t able to write a full essay a semester into the year - the best I could get was three paragraphs. Probably because of my social anxiety and the fact that I was scared my teacher would judge me for what I wrote.

Wanna know something crazy? I couldn’t write a single damn essay in that class and yet somehow I got a perfect score on the AP exam. Why? Because I wasn’t fucking anxious. (Who cares about some random 50 year old white professor reading my essay? Guy’s never gonna know me.)

And it’s blowing my mind. The amount of potential I, and the rest of us, have. How much we could do if we weren’t held back by our anxiety. I dunno - just a thought that I was having.