This Is How You Escape Failure Marks!

Prologue

I was certain before when I was in Kindergarten to 2nd Grade that I do love studying. The idea of learning something new for the day, the additional knowledge, and unlocking some sort of trivia and wisdom is a part of my routine which made me a genius in everyone's eyes.

I am sure that I was always on top even though I am not trying when I was in those grade levels. Learning was fun, I thought. Even though I was not always in bond with my lecturers and even though they can say that I was not a student who would be very close to a teacher, they cannot remove from me the title of the most enthusiastic learner inside the four corners of the classroom. I may not be everyone's favorite student but the subject matters more than the educator.

I am always not bothered by my class standing, turns out, I was always on the top. In recognition ceremonies, I always make sure that I am in front, not looking at anyone's back but at the stage itself where I will receive the fruit of my hard work.

I hate it when I will be behind someone, I made sure that I am always at the front, not looking at anyone's back but rather at them looking at my back. In my mind, I say, "That's it, people. Look behind my back because I deserve to be here in the first place. You stay there and keep looking at my back because that's your place for not being enough."

The reason behind all of this greedy-shitty mindset of mine? I learned to read earlier than the other child, It was said that a child should be at least 5 years old before entering kindergarten. My parents and the people surrounding me when I was a child took my curiosity as a sign of me being a young-genius daughter of my genius dad. And then what? My little egoistic self protected my pride and the image created when I was just almost a 5-year-old kid in 3rd grade in people's eyes became my standard.

Yeah, you can say it, I really damn took it personally and I am still carrying and trying to keep my mind sane by that image created in my childhood days.

Childhood days? They say I would be a boring mom when I had kids because I will not have any stories to tell to my children like how mothers tell their kids how they make their DIY dolls out of corn or how they use the leaves as cooking materials and ingredients in their little kitchen when they were still a child their age.

Who cares? Did they even ask me before if I was willing to be a mom? I never was really interested in being a wife or being a mother in a house. One night, I heard my mom and dad arguing about something. It was about federalism, the news brought up the type of government that the newly elected president wants to be implemented.

"I agree with him," my father affirmed. "Federalism would be good, that way, we can maintain the economy of each region while keeping the funds in a stable motion focusing on each area."

"But isn't it unfair?"

"What's unfair?"

"For the cities with low economic standing, I think it would be better if we will remain as a state because the government, as one, can maintain the economy while distributing the budget in an equilibrium manner to each city."

My dad laughed.

"You don't understand anything about politics, do you?"