As you know, Ana is a bit of an overachiever.
And like a really great overachiever, she’s an overachiever at being an overachiever. Which is not an easy thing to do. But she does it well, often at the cost of her own sanity.
She was stressing out the other day because all 99 is NOT a 100. I don’t feel like I have much to add to the discussion at these points, because, being an overachieving little seven year old? I get that. I didn’t get my first B until college and barely survived that. When I did, though, I discovered that I could skip a good majority of my classes, earn a B anyway, and — hey, hey! — still survive. Which may not have been such a great thing to learn.
But anyway. This isn’t about me. (Or about my poor class attendance as an undergrad. Cum laude even still, y’all!)
Wes sat down with her and gave her some wisdom on this particular night when it seemed as though the world would indeed end because she didn’t make a 100.
“Ana, you know what kind of grades Papi used to make in school?”
She looked at him and guessed, “Bs?”
“Yeah,” he said, “and some Cs.”
She was a little horrified by this, as evidenced by the gaping mouth and gasp of disbelief.
Papi was unaffected by her astonishment.
“And you know what?,” he said. “I still managed to get a good job. And I still managed to convince a beautiful woman to marry me. Even though I made Cs!”
Ana watched him for a minute, not saying a word. Then, she went right back to lamenting that 99.
Good effort even still, Papi.