My parents wanted to raise me to be an intelligent, happy individual. But it seems as if these two words cannot be used in the same sentence. My father taught me to read at the age of three, and by the time I started school at age six, I was on a third grade reading level. The children in kindergarten were amazed and looked up to me, they enjoyed it when I read stories to them. But I went to reading support, to help keep my skills up and perhaps progress farther. I was isolated from my fellow classmates because I would go to the group during recess everyday. I missed out on friendships and building social skills. When I got to third grade, I was actually teased about my intelligence, and had a hard time making friends because no one wanted to be friends with the "smarty-pants" who didn't know how to interact with people. This, added to the dead of my aunt, verbal abuse from my mother and the loss of my father's job led to my battle with depression. I started thinking self-destroying thoughts and almost killed myself. I turned to my academics because it was something that I had taken pride in and the only thing that I considered myself good at.

Nowadays, I'm much happier, but I still occasionally have thoughts about my image. I've also made a decent amount of good friends. But I have stuck with my academics, because I know that it's something that I'll always have. I feel that education, well being and social interactions are equally important, but education and intelligence shouldn't hinder the other two, and cause depression

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18-21, F
1 Response Nov 24, 2009

When your mind is sharp, but your heart feels different from the way your body looks, there will be much pain in your future. That will be the beginning of a long, slow relationship with depression and isolation.