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My parents brought me into this world not to join the ranks of ordinary students. I was born into the elite caste, as one of the revered intelligentsia. I was in a state of euphoria when I first encountered intellectual material at the age of eight minutes. To my fellow babies in the hospital carriages, I was an epiphany-a manifestation of the brilliance they could only dream of. .
Youth was a time of incalculable opportunities for me. I finished the Pilgrim's Progress at age four and memorized Oedipus Rex at age five. By the time I was six, I began to demonstrate astonishing powers of comprehension. I scored full marks on my SAT, earning myself a reservation in Harvard. I wrote poetry with a strict rhyme scheme, and drafted Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time in secret. When I was seven, I constructed an effective radio using ten plastic pieces, a bowl, two paper clips and a banana. I was a maestro among mathematicians. I aced every test, often providing answers so well penned that no teacher could comprehend them. .
I stood alone in my school against the immense tides of stupidity, trying not to quote "Woe is me!" while being the only student with the neurotic temperament of an artiste while all my peers had the intelligence quotient of infantile gerbils. In third grade, one of my peers went beyond the mundane capabilities of the average dunce and dabbled in algebra. I was studying functional astrophysics with the Neo Jungian school of molecular studies then. By the time, my peers began advanced multiplication, I had read all the books in seven public libraries, from Atomic Structures of Aspirin-vomiting Bacterium to Zygomorphic Gametes in Deep Fried Chicken Wings. .
I devoured book after book as my peers devoured calorie after calorie. I gave up interaction with the uncultured philistines soon, and associated instead with Nobel prize-winning scientists. I myself authored Basic Treatise on Determinants with their applications in Simultaneous Linear Equations and Algebraic Geometry.