I just found out my coworker (who I have always enjoyed being around) is a Regent\\’s Scholar. That basically means that he had a full ride to UC Berkeley. All expenses paid. That meant that he was one of the elite in the incoming freshmen.<\/p>\n
For some reason, discovering that he is…slightly changes my perception of him. He has always been my sidekick, the voyager in the treacherous zone of viruses and unstable Windows. Yet, for a moment, I envy him. And then, I wonder if he thinks he\\’s better than everyone else.<\/p>\n
In middle school and high school, I had always considered myself very smart. One of the best. But I never received a single scholarship. I didn\\’t get high accolades beyond the string of 5\\’s on all my AP tests and the near-perfect straight A\\’s. I did graduate high school with honors, but I still wasn\\’t the best. And now at Berkeley, ending my undergraduate career, I am just graduating. No cum laude. No summa cum laude. No magna cum laude. Just straight graduating.<\/p>\n
But what I have to remind myself is: being smart doesn\\’t mean you\\’re a better person.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I just found out my coworker (who I have always enjoyed being around) is a Regent\\’s Scholar. That basically means that he had a full ride to UC Berkeley. All expenses paid. That meant that he was one of the … Continue reading