A letter from Sep 22, 2023

Everyone told me that I was one of a kind. They told me that I was smart, tall, pretty, funny, and wonderful. They said I was a gifted kid. But am I? Yesterday's math class took the best of me, in a negative way. The topic was in between the easy and hard level. Our teacher then decided to have a recitation. It was by group but we will also be scored individually. We were given 3 days to prepare, teach ourselves, and our groupmates. At the exact day, I was the first one to be called, partnered with jonas. Everyone in the class knew that I excelled at her subject. Then, the equation hit me. It was not like the other equations that I've ever seen. There I was left dumbfounded, questioning my brain capacity, trying to remember the lessons that our teacher teached us. But, as unlucky as I am, I couldnt remember a thing. I was left standing infront of our classmates humiliated, ashamed, embarassed. I was supposed to do well! It was me! I was known as the smart kid! But then, there, with just one equation, I crumbled. Was I really a smart kid? Am I really gifted? The truth is, I was hardworking-smart and not naturally smart. And that is sad. They would always tell me "how did you know the meaning of that word" "you can be a substitute for meriam webster". But nobody knew. Nobody knew how many books I have read, how many novels, articles and blogs just so I can widen my vocabulary. But then again, I always fail. Why do I always fail? I am one of a kind. A person who likes to chase rainbows. A person who was forced to act smart and think smart. Nobody would do that. Except me.