Complex . Part 6
Restored from the Empower Network archive (2011–2017), lightly edited to meet our current advertising standards. Views are the original author’s.
Continued from previous blog post
Complex
There are people who go through life with such a “superiority” complex, and then there are those like me, who have gone through life with such an “inferiority” complex! Both are NOT good! 🙂
Balance is key.
I get and I have gotten misunderstood a whole lot in my life. When I speak or write about something I really know about, people mistake it, or misjudge me, as having “superiority complex”…. when in reality, if we call it AS IT IS, it does not make me superior, I am just writing or speaking about a topic I am very familiar with, either because I studied it, or either because I experienced it.
It’s not superiority complex. It is simply recognizing it for what it is.
And every time I get an opportunity to speak, or to be “heard”…. when I start explaining myself, that gives others the insight into who I am as a person … with all the insecurities rolled into it as well.
We don’t have to hide our weaknesses. And in the same token, nor should we hide our strengths!
I briefly spoke about the “sophomore” year in high school. Me goofing around, joining different groups and cliques, with different personalities of the members of each group that I shared my high school memories with. Being a “star athlete” of the class and batch. Because there was a year when I was the only varsity member from my batch. (it wasn’t just about being an athlete, it was also about “maintaining” a certain grade point average (GPA). And if an athlete falls below a certain GPA, then you can get suspended from joining competitions, or attending training / practice, ergo, the perks.
So, in my sophomore year, on the first quarter, I got a D in Algebra. I told my parents I was struggling with Algebra.
But I was actually struggling with my teacher. You know how you just feel and sense that someone just HATES you? For whatever reason, it’s like when they look at you, there’s just hatred in their eyes towards you?
I felt and saw that with my Algebra teacher, she just HATED me. Period. And I didn’t understand why, although I was 13 years old, that “feeling” just stayed with me. She made fun of me and mocked me in class. And that got in the way of my learning.
I was trying to understand why she hated me, more than I tried understanding what she was teaching. Because the rest of the class was passing, and it was me, failing.
So I just told my Mom I was really struggling with Algebra, so she hired a private tutor for me. I remember, my Mom was paying that Algebra tutor 20 bucks per session.. about two hours, twice a week, scheduled on the days that I wasn’t training.
The sports department broke their own rules with me. They didn’t suspend me because my coach said “I’ve got what it takes to balance school and sports because I have been doing it so long”, and that I should just stop goofing around. (It was like a daily mission for me back then, I was creative, how can I make my classmates laugh? And I got real creative with it!)
Continued on next blog post
Related Articles:
The Basics . Part 1
Final Answer . Part 2
Varsity . Part 3
Clique . Part 4
Perks . Part 5
Complex . Part 6
Quarter . Part 7
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