I didn't ask questions. I didn't have the right words, or the exact thought I needed. I said, "Teach me something that I don't know!" I was excited to know everything and in response I was asked, "What do you want to know?" But...I didn't know. That's why I wanted to...so as I grew I was shunned for the constant hand raising and observatory gazing. I wanted to know, but knowing was wrong. If I wanted to know, I had to understand. That's what I was trying to do, but the other kids said to know something was bad. I didn't want to be bad. So I didn't know and that's why I didn't ask.  So how could I ever have known not to listen to people like them?
   As I grew I was shunned for not knowing. I didn't know the simple things, but I looked so smart and shy. They caved in over asking for answers, while my mind was up in the sky. My friends were too busy with AP and Honors to the point they could barely stop to say hi. I asked for help and I got some, but I got shocked eyes, and confused teachers wondering why.
  "Yeah" I thought "their right" it's simple stuff, If they could then I could with will on my side, but I was younger, and I didn't know. I floated away and came back by the end, with one year to spare, I can't revive myself again. I have a 2.2 on 4.0 scale, and I wanted to go a good university. If only I knew, then I'd be going to places like Yale.