Dear Prudence,
I’ve always been very disciplined about my grades in school, to the point where I’ve had full-on mental breaks over a 3.7 GPA not being a 3.9 (at minimum). Logically, I know it’s not good to nearly be sprouting gray hair over letters and numbers. However, I’ve actually got a good reason for it. My mom tends to be kinder to me if I get all or nearly all As. And besides, if I get amazing grades and graduate early, the hell that is living with them might end in two years as opposed to three. Is it really that bad to care this much if it could mean I earn my freedom sooner? How much does all of this matter in adulthood?
—Aiming for a 4.0