I was an above average student with a below average care for much of what I was taught. I consider myself a relatively intelligent human being with a higher IQ when it comes to wit than that of what succombs to being able to find the nearest Red Lobster in a small town. God is Just.
When I was a young lad, I took swimming lessons. My first instructor was (as memory serves me) a dark-haired dame who pretty much left me to my own accord. I became a lousy swimmer.
The second instructor, looking more like Sam Khalifa of the "We are still lousy days" of when the Pittsburgh Pirates may have stood a chance to actually compete, pushed me. I became a pretty good swimmer.
I'm taking a test that many have took and failed. That happens Thursday. That same test is one that many have passed the first-time around.
Personally, I'm not just looking to pass ...
I've never been an overachiever in all my years. Hell, I've never even been one to reach my particular potential. That means, I'm pretty much a dunce in the category of being able to achieve what the talents I have been given may be gotten.
Upon taking the proto-type Final Exam, I passed ... but without flying colors. The Instructor said to me after the fact, "I would have thought you scored higher, you know this stuff." That statement was somewhat retracted later when he thought speaking aloud may offend me. However, he was right.
Whatever ability I have or don't have needs to be exposed. And I need to quit partaking in short-cuts of any nature.
It's only when you tire of second-best that you require being the very best.
"Just Passing" isn't the Test ... kicking its ASS IS!
And if that is done, one more pimple popped off my back. Let the puss flow ...