My Green Friend
This is a story about two friends and one big test.
Recently one of my friends and I had to take the ACT. We ended up taking it on the same day at the same time, but we didn’t realize it until afterwards. I was excited to know that someone else was there experience the same torture with me.
We both had different techniques about preparing for said test. I studied. He didn’t. Pretty simple. I rolled up to the school with my two sharpened pencils, fancy calculator, and a little bit of stress. I was nervous, but prepared. He later told me that he wasn’t nervous at all; he was pretty cocky that he would do well.
So, finally it was doomsday, the day we got our grades back. I felt like I did okay, but you can never be too sure; he felt like he did well, and he was pretty sure.
I went online and saw my grades (pretty good if I do say so myself) and I immediately texted him to see if he got his scores too and how he did. I didn’t care how he did or what score he got; I was just excited that we were partners in ACT crime.
All he would say was that he didn’t want to talk about his scores because they were crappy. He finally did tell me some of his scores. I told him that they weren’t that bad and he can always take the test again if he wanted to. We talked for a while about his scores and I tried my best to encourage him.
He never asked about my score, so I asked him if he wanted to know how I did. He said that he didn’t want to hear about it because he already knows I did well because I always do (because I study and work at it). He said he didn’t care because it would only make him feel worse.
I didn’t want it to be a competition, so I told him that he did better than me in math (my worst subject). All he said was: YAY! Math is his best subject so I was happy for him, but he said he was just happy that he beat me for once. By the way, it was only by one point. I never told him that because as much as I selfishly wanted to, I tried my best not to make it a competition.
He ended up getting pretty mad at me for the fact that I did well. But the person he should have been mad at was himself! Remember when I was talking about our study techniques? I studied and I got what I asked for. He didn’t study, so basically he got what he was asking for too.
Yet, he was jealous of my grades.
I learned two big lessons from this.
Number 1: Jealousy messes up friendships.
When your friends get better grades than you, or get the spot on the team you wanted, support them. If you want them to be happy for your success or there for you when you are down, then you have to do that for them. Trust me, I get jealous too. I have never actually turned green, but I am pretty sure I have come close. It is hard not to be jealous, but I have also realized that jealousy gets you nowhere, action does.
That brings me to the next thing I learned.
If you want something, it’s up to you to go out and get it.
You can’t expect to get the best grades or anything in life if you aren’t willing to study and put the time and effort in. I worked for it. I know work isn’t a fun word, but if he would have studied in the first place, he wouldn’t have had anything to be mad about. Try your best because it usually turns out better than not trying at all.
Be a friend, don’t be a jealous friend.
– ttfn G –