I used to get so pissed off when I would get a B on a project or a test and my dad would say “Why didn’t you get an A?” It always made me feel like no matter what I did, he didn’t think it was good enough. But it honestly did help me strive to do better all the time. By my senior year I was acing all of my classes. I used to be one of those kids who didn’t bother studying because I didn’t think I needed to. I would easily pass classes and usually with a fairly high average. I was content to do “good enough” and it was my dad constantly asking why I didn’t get the BEST grade that made me pull up my GPA.