Kara Mihm

If I was pushed into a time machine and forced to do high school all over again, there is one specific thing I would do differently: I wouldn’t be afraid to be bad at something. It wasn’t until the end of my junior year that I shed the notion that I had to be the best in everything I did. Upon this gradual realization, a child-like bliss washed over my fresh mindset as I walked into new pastimes with open arms. It was as if I had been transported back to my youth, a time when I was pushed into different activities as my parents tried to see what I liked best. Not only did these activities grant me immense joy, but they also introduced me to people I would not have met had I stuck to my usual routine. Sure, I might have air-balled multiple times at NABA games and, yes, I also wiped out on almost every slope during Ski Club, but the excitement of accomplishing something new surpassed any embarrassment. I fully understand the frantic pace that high school brings, but if I wish anything for you, try something new. Do you know what’s worse than being bad at something? Not trying at all.