Some things about myself, a so called introdution

It is understandable for you to wonder who I am and what position I am into in order to write about teenagers. As you probably guessed, I am a guy who proudly reached the age of 18. But let me give you a little bit more context.

I was raised as an only child by my two "wonderful" parents. My memories date back from kindergarten, but they start to be of some importance from since I began going to school. First grade passed like a dream, doing exactly what I was told to. Everyday, I would go in the morning to school, then I would arrive home, eat something and start my homework. Nothing out of ordinary.

But then second grade came and so my first real interactions with the other human beings from my classroom. I started "hanging out" with some of my colleagues, which meant going to one's apartment and finding ways to pass time. Of course, I liked it. I think that if it had been possible, I would have done that all day long. So this is when it started. My family, obviously, did not agree with this, as I had to use my time to study. "You are the best in class and you have to maintain that reputation" are the words I would always be told and a "kind reminder", besides the words, so that I would not repeat my mistake.

However, second grade passed and then I could say that the third and fourth grade were a little bit more balanced. I forgot to mention that during those 4 first years of school there had been put an emphasis on my Mathematics studies as I showed better performances at this subject.

Therefore, starting fifth grade, when I changed schools, I was placed in a class where more emphasis was put on maths. Given my previous studies regarding the subject, on which I had not always been keen, but all I was able do was what my parents were telling me to, I think at that time I knew the most about maths from all my colleagues. That worked out very well for me as the head teacher of our class was also our maths teacher. So she somewhat treated me as if I was above all the others. Not only did that happen, but when we had the last test of our first semester, which included as you might imagine, exercises from all the topics we had studied, and some of those exercises were more difficult than the others, but in a significant way, I had the best mark. I felt amazing. From that moment my colleagues also started treating me in a different way, mostly because of my knowledge of maths. Moreover, due to that, I started to be recognized among the older kids from my school. So, anywhere I would go, I would be called out. The same year, was also the first time I went to the maths olympics. I managed to get good scores for all the stages, but I could not reach the last one. That was the case for the following grades.

However, besides sixth grade, when my parents made me study for maths, from seventh grade let's say that the glass was almost filled. I did not study maths as much as I had done in the previous years. Together with my decision, came the arguments with my parents. Don't understand this the wrong way. My grades at school were as good as they could be and I still knew maths at a higher level, but I was not so serious about it anymore. Seventh grade passed and in eighth grade all my efforts were concentrated on my exams required for getting into high-school. There was one for maths and one for the mother tongue. My main focus was on the one for my mother tongue as that was the one I was struggling with the most. As a result, my preparation for the maths olympics was very little, almost close to none. Even though my interest in maths had decreased in seventh grade, I still prepared for the maths olympics. Coming back to eight grade, somehow, with my little preparation, I managed to reach the stage before the final one in the mathematics olympics. From that moment on, I mostly prepared for my mother tongue final test from the end of eighth grade.

After months of almost everyday doing intepretations of various texts, I got to the end of eighth grade. It was over.

I got a 10 in maths and 9.60 for the mother tongue exam and managed to get in the best highschool from my country. It felt as if everything from that moment on was a waiting for the end that is to come. That feeling would go away at the end of the summer holiday, when high school would start.

It was finally freedom. Or at least, that is what I thought. There was nothing special about the first day of high school. What was different about the ninth grade, was my wish to still get the best grades possible for each subject. For some reason, I wanted everything to be the same as it had been in middle school. So when I noticed that most of the other colleagues in my class did not really exhibit that much of an interest in school, I just wanted to show myself that I was better.

But then the first chemistry test came and I took my first seven. I was devastated. What put me off at that moment was that with a day before I had studied for 2 hours continuously for the chemistry test. I knew everything related to theory perfectly, but I had little practice. That problem over there would be haunting me until the present moment. Given the performance to the first test, for the second one I did not even bother to study and I manged to get a six.

Anyway, my overall performance in the ninth grade was decent, close to good. However, that was not the case for tenth grade. In my high school, in tenth grade teachers have a tendency to miss classes. Because of this, students become vulnerable and they themselves become affected by the teachers' behaviour. So, most of tenth grade was spent in cafes from around high school.

Finally, eleventh grade arrived. And here I am, writing this text. When you find yourself floating on a sea without a sail, you try to find ways to make the time pass in a significant way. I could say that this is the reason why I am writing this blog. Or maybe I am actually trying to give some advice.

So this is some information about myself. I thought I should let you know who is the person writing those articles. Anyway, hope you find this blog interesting.