The tears would fall, my sobbing cries unintelligible. To my poor teacher’s terror, the younger version of myself had missed a single question on a quiz. Perfection had not been reached. This was every day in elementary school. When I was younger, I was always stressed, always the perfectionist. However, upon starting high school, something clicked and things started to change. I mellowed out, I stopped taking myself so seriously, and most importantly, I learned to put things into...