Classes

For most of my school career, I have been placed in "advanced" or "gifted" classes. As a child, I always believed my teachers and parents when they told me that I was intelligent beyond my peers. Being a part of the small handful of students placed in a higher lever of class made me feel special, above average. I wish I could say that this feeling has followed me to the present, however, it has slowly been replaced with the knowledge that I am one of many raised to believe that they are different.

Middle school brought with it a sense of growing up. Having more than one teacher a day and more responsibilities made me nervous at first, but I eventually fell into step. Once I was settled to middle school life, I realized the large number of students considered "smart" and "above-average." Being around and learning with this group of intelligent peers does have its advantages; class discussions are much more effective. However, it dawned on me that I actually was no different from the rest. My abilities were actually equal to, if not lower, than my classmates and peers.

Now, nearing the end of my high school career, academics are highly competitive. Colleges are looking for not only high grades, but course rigor. Within these large classes of honors students, it is tough to stand out and prove your abilities are above the rest. As next year quickly approaches, I worry over my classes. Are they hard enough? Are they too hard? Will I make good grades? Will I even pass? Will I have time for a social life? What is going to set me apart? I worry over these and more. I will be taking five advanced placement courses and can only hope that I am able to make my senior year of high school memorable with friends and activities, rather than spending all of my time stressing over classes.