Nothing is ever good enough for anyone. I began taking honor classes in the 6th grade, and I constantly got on honor roll. Every time I got a “B” my parents seemed disappointed. So, I worked until I was burnt out, my whole life was defined by my grades. Every time I got an award for my honor roll, I felt no sense of accomplishment. I wasn’t good enough, and I never would be. It wasn’t until my senior year in high school that I realized that nothing was ever good enough. I got “A”s all year long, I was taking multiple honors classes, and I had a GPA of 3.8. My parents didn’t care, my mother told me it wasn’t good enough and that I needed to do better. As for my dad, he never even noticed my grades. Soon enough, I projected those expectations on myself. Even now that I’m in college, I can’t help but feel like I’m not good enough. Getting on the dean’s list isn’t enough, I have to get on the president’s list. I’m a nobody, and there won’t be anybody who remembers me if I don’t exceed academically. I have to win, I have to be #1.