Confessions of a Rabid Perfectionist

I had spent my undergraduate years doing back-flips to complete assignments to an absurdly overdone level of perfection because I compulsively had to; read compulsvely about grad school, because, dare I make the wrong choice of graduate school and mess up my entire life? The professor wants a 2 page response? Oh! I'll give him a 10, because "good enough" or "average" was not in my dictionary.