Sincerely, A Friend

So, this isn't me but a friend of mine and at my request, she wrote this. I hope you think she's as brilliant as I do-
I'm going to let you in on a secret:
There's no 100/100.
promise me you wouldn't throw it around like it wasn't something you already knew; and wanted to chafe at me for repeating what a hundred other people told you (over and over again).
I'll tell you why.
Because despite all the knowing, despite being the best ultracrepidarian you know there is, you strive for 100/100.
Remember the downcast eyes when your teacher told you she's cutting a few marks off for no logical reason apart from the simple truth that was supposedly universal: There's no 100/100.
Remember the one zit that kept coming back, no matter how hard you tried making it go?
Remember the relationship (yeah, stop thinking the term relationship only refers to that boy who looked at you in all the seriousness that his fifteen years on Earth taught him, and told you he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. I'm actually laughing) that didn't work? Remember your tears?
It's a farce. It's all a farce.
There's no 100/100.
We're the 99s who try everything in our power to get that one extra point.
And will continue to do so for the rest of our lives, if we don't take good care.