Ask me about any top college and I'll be able to find someone I know who attended or is currently attending it. Ask me about any math competition and I'll tell you who was number one. Ask me about the academic success stories of others and I'll be able to list too many to count. Ask me who got a 2400 (now 1600) on their SAT or 1520 on their PSAT. Ask about my retired math professor grandpa, first-woman-to-attend-college-in-her-village grandma, high school teacher other grandma, PhD with two masters degrees dad, or my mom who despite having lots of trouble with English got her bachelor's degree and I'll be able to go on for ages about each of their achievements.
But don't ask me about my own success.
It's been two weeks since summer break has ended and I have to say I've been pleasantly surprised by my year so far. Almost all of my teachers seem nice and friendly as well as knowledgeable about the subject they're teaching and aren't overly strict. I've made new friends already and am not alone in any of my classes. All the seniors predicted this year would be hell, but so far it's pretty normal. I know that we haven't really started all the projects and tests yet, but I cant help but feel that they were being a bit melodramatic going into their last year of high school.