During my high school years
During my high school years, I was a brilliant student with an IQ of 145. It was not a surprise for me to garner at least 97% in each of the academic subjects though I was poor in sports and co-curricular activities. I was less confident in spite of my academic brilliance. Most of the time, I preferred to stay alone and avoid socializing with my peers. My behavior worried my parents, who desired that I would be perfect. They failed to realize that this was the very desire of theirs that had plunged me to socialization problems. One of my teachers recommended that I should be encouraged to engage in co-curricular activities that would improve my confidence. My parents often forced me to focus only on my studies and avoid watching television or socializing with my high school colleagues. Whenever my teachers asked me to engage in co-curricular activities, my parents would clarify that I had no time to allocate on such activities. As time elapsed, my parents realized in the modern world; smartness was more demanded than academic brilliance. Unfortunately, I was not that smart compared to the other sons in the extended family. Although my parents pressured me to change my personality, they did not allow me to socialize with my peers.
One day, my class teacher notified my parents about the Annual Sports Meet that would be held the following month. My parents forced me to engage in co-curricular activities, even though I had not practiced earlier. After running the five thousand meters, I fainted and could not reach the finishing line. I felt like a loser because I was the best in terms of academics. Unfortunately, no individual was sympathetic towards me, and my friends bullied me. The most painful moment was that my mother did not want to hold any conversation with me because he felt that I had hurt his ego in the neighborhood. After this, my parents persuaded the class teacher to permit me to engage in an inter-house Skit competition. After the class teacher gave me the opportunity, I lost because I had forgotten the lines. All my peers insulted me, and my parents did not support me; instead they lamented about my incompetence. People made fun of me in both my school and neighborhood. As a result of these events, I became a victim of depression. After the announcement of the yearly inter-house quiz competition was held in school, my parents wanted me to engage in it. My mother wanted me to thrive in this event, as well as the incoming exams. Apart from the course books, I was pressured to allocate at least four hours daily on reading general knowledge books. In the next fortnight, I slept less than four hours each day. My parents did not relent even after seeing that I had so much weight.
Ultimately, the eve of the quiz competition had arrived. I did not face any challenges memorizing individuals, dates, and events as I was good in academics. I performed well in the initial and second rounds, and my parents were delighted. However, in the third round, negative marking in this round described me. I had little interest in sports, and I let my team down. I saw the expression on the face of my mother. The poor performance of the other members of my team was not a concern for anybody. Each person was disappointed, and this made my mother nervous. She gathered courage from her weak body and focused. After the sports round, I excelled in the other rounds that followed. This time my team was leading. In the final round, I gave three consecutive wrong replies, and my team lost thirty points. There was a tie. When my mother realized the magnitude of the blunder that her imperfect son had committed, she nearly fell off the chair. I noticed this. The opponents convincingly answered the question. When the quiz was forwarded to my team, I knew the answer though, did not answer it. I looked at my mother and collapsed.