The smartest girl in the class

After two years of online learning and on site education at my now former school, I am back in the classroom as a student. Not only am I a student, but I am the smartest girl in the class.

It started out like any other class, high school, college, graduate, doesn't matter. Boredom. Why am I here? I don't like sitting in class listening to someone talk at me in a monotone sort of way which creates a stirring in me that I cannot control. Sit on feet, one foot up on chair, cross legged, now both down, now head resting on hands but my cheeks are getting squished, now straight and tall like all the other grown ups in the room. I look at my watch constantly and realize it's only been 45 minutes. I have potentially 4 1/4 more hours to go. Then panic... I HAVE 4 1/4 MORE HOURS TO GO!! So, I doodle a little, but quickly stop because I hate how my notebook looks when it has doodles in it. I am far to anal for that. My doodles are not pretty enough and my notebook could stay pristine if I keep the doodles out. Then I go to letter writing; however, I have nobody to write a letter to and I feel like a high schooler for sure now.

But then it happens. I realize that I am the smartest girl in the class, and this has never been the case. I hear the groans as she announces a 6-8 paper. Are you kidding me? I can write 6 pages in my sleep. That's nothin! Than I sense every body's anxiety as they are asked a quite simple question and I rise to the occasion. Something I know very little about doing in class. I'm the quiet one usually, the dark horse. Not this time. I have experience that they can't relate to and are in awe of and I for some reason, have the courage, without sweating all over myself, to share it. Who am I? Well, apparently I am the smartest girl in the class.