It's 9:38 p.m. I guess I've put this off long enough...not that I want to sound unenthusiastic, but it just feels weird. When I looked through the prompts, nothing really struck me: I really don't want to spend too much time over my plastic trophies, or trying to convince you that I'm the only student who would completely change your school. All I had to do was write about a trial I overcame...it's funny though...I couldn't think of many trials. I mean, a lot of things have happened to me, but most of those things, like my father's death, are things that everyone has to overcome at some point. I've never had to do anything...unexpected. That brings me here, sitting in front of a screen, typing while Chopin plays in the background at 10:00 p.m. I've changed a lot since my first year; I've changed a lot since breakfast, but I never knew why until recently. When I was little, my classmates always made fun of me. At first I thought it was because I was stupid, then I thought it was because they were stupid, but by the time I was in eighth grade I had firmly identified the reason of my social awkwardness: I was so much better than everyone at school. all they were all jealous of me. Why not? It was true. No matter how hard they tried, they could never come up with answers like me… or questions. Plus, I don't need to worry about trying to get good grades; It wasn't my "style". Whether through Freudian compensation or the comment of an empathetic teacher, I began to view others as slower, less perceptive than me. Their senses were dulled while mine were too sharp to pay attention to small things like missions. Entering Valhalla I looked at the various Goths and Preps, the Ret...... middle of paper...... one there deserved the air I breathed as much than me. This stunned me. Slowly, I started coming back to work. All the skills I had worked tirelessly on to be superior were talents in their own right. My path to heaven was paved with bad intentions. I stopped working on the Moonlight Sonata (Cj had always played it better than me). I started teaching myself the blues and Chopin. I didn't have to worry about being better than anyone at physics. I no longer had to not take notes in class so I could prove to everyone that I didn't “need” them. I had always been master of myself, but now I was no one's slave. I was like everyone else, and it was OK. That's about it. I can't say I deserve to go to your school any more than any other guy. I don't really think it will change your life one iota, but I know it would change mine..