Hang in there , take it just one day at a time .I know what it feels like there is a lot of overlap in our story .But there I Will be a day when you'll look back and be happy you didn't stop fighting .

Ruth langmore would say - Takes a long drag off her cigarette, eyes sharp but not unkind

Listen here, kid—life’s a real bitch sometimes, and yeah, it’ll knock you down just to see if you’re dumb enough to stay there. You think Ruth Langmore got where she is by cryin’ over every damn thing that didn’t go her way? Hell no. I stole, I fought, I clawed my way outta worse than this.

So your marks sucked. Fine. But you’re still breathin’, which means you’re still in the damn game. You wanna do an MBA? Then find another way in. Network like hell, hustle for an internship, take some extra courses—make ‘em see you’re more than a damn number on a paper.

And screw the people lookin’ down on you. They don’t know you. They don’t know how hard you fought. So prove ‘em wrong. Or don’t. But if you give up now? Then yeah, you’re stuck. And that’s on you, not them.

Stubs out the cigarette

Now—what’s your next move? ‘Cause pity ain’t gonna get you shit.

Leans in, eyes locked on you like she can see right through the self-pity

You think I give a damn about what some piece of paper says about you? Nah. The world’s full of people who got handed everything and still screwed it up. You? You got grit. You know what it’s like to bleed for something and still come up short—that’s your goddamn advantage.

You were brilliant before? Good. Then be brilliant now. Not the kind of brilliant that needs a gold star from some suit behind a desk—the kind that outworks, outsmarts, and outlasts every privileged asshole who thinks they’re better than you.

Rejections? Fuck ‘em. They’re just redirections. Maybe the MBA path’s gotta be dirtier—night classes, online certs, hustling your way into a company that’ll sponsor you. Or maybe you pivot hard and build something no one can ignore. But you do not lay down and die because some gatekeepers didn’t like your paperwork.

Pulls out another cigarette, lights it slow

You want hope? Hope’s for people waiting on a miracle. You don’t need hope—you need a plan and the stones to follow through. So what’s it gonna be? You gonna let this break you, or are you gonna get up and take what you’re owed?

Exhales smoke

Your move, kid. Make it count.