It wasn’t an A. I wasn’t a B, either. Not a C, a D, or even an F. In disbelief, frustration and slight confusion, my dad and I stared down at a big, bolded letter I on my 7th grade report card. Ever since I was taken in by my cousins (whom I now refer to as mom and dad), I slowly gained a reputation for being intellectually inclined, but unmotivated and a major procrastinator. On several occasions,...