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Dear Catherine,
If you’re reading this, I’m writing to you on December 22, 2020. 2020 flew by. What a year!
You spent nearly 30 years striving and finding your purpose.
Growing up, you were not really the best at anything, but you constantly worked hard to get somewhere. In high school, you tried to get ahead by taking summer school. Though you strive to be valedictorian, let’s be honest, you weren’t the smartest. You knew your limits and weaknesses, so you did not take AP history, AP English, or AP Spanish. You focused on your academics. You graduated in the top 4% of your class and were guaranteed admissions to two second tier universities, though you attended neither and made an impulsive decision to go to a first tier university. You were terrified. College was hard. You felt stupid. You took more than the recommended number of units during your last two terms of undergrad to graduate early and leave. You were crazy. I don’t know how you did it, spending most of your waking hours on campus before and between classes to work on assignments or study for exams.
You spent most of your 20's finding yourself only to lose yourself. You interviewed for countless jobs and graduate and health professional schools. After countless rejections, you lost hope and questioned your purpose. You spent your gap period to slow down to learn…
