Well at school I was usually called "the smart one " because I always knew what the right answer was. My friends would say " Your smart that's why we like you.". Did I believe them? Yeah a little but I knew the real reason that they liked me. It was because of my long hair my " perfect body" and my ability to associate with everyone. I know I am very smart I don't need anyone to tell me not even my friends. But sometimes being "the smart one" means helping people and that is not a problem. Until they start to just copy of my paper which I have a zero tolerance for. I like being "the smart one". Even if my friends don't like me for it I refuse to change for them.