I have always considered myself to be a 'smart' person. I read a lot and have a distinct passion for writing myself. I have always written short stories with the hope of getting them published. But now, something new has dawned on me making me take off the rose-colored glasses that I have obviously been viewing my world in. While I still feel that I am a smart individual, I suspect that I may not be as smart as I used to think I was. It wasn't a cocky kind of smart that irritates everyone around you. You know, those Cliff Claven's from Cheer's that know a ton of crap about stuff that no one really cares about, like the real number of threads in 1000 count sheets. But an honest to goodness I know enough about enough to make me comfortable in any social situation, and of course, every teacher I ever had preached to me about applying myself because I was too smart to not be doing the work. I was a classic definition of what, sadly, has become the American teenager. I was lazy and bored with the work because just about everything they said I needed to know, I read in an encyclopedia one day when I was bored. I am smart. But I screwed up a lot in high school, and guess what, got too bored, and DID NOT FINISH HIGH SCHOOL!!! There is NOTHING that I regret more than this. Particularly because now, I am trying to get where I should have been, and I feel so STUPID because I am now 25 years old with two children. I cant believe how much I have forgotten! It's only been 7 years, so why I am stuck in a perpetual state of brain entropy? Like, complete mental breakdown people. Luckily, I have a great man behind me, telling me that I am as smart as I thought I was, and that I can do this. I know it's an old cliche, but if I knew then what I know now....... Hopefully I can push my children enough so that they wont have to feel as crappy as I do right now.