From the word go my Pre-School Teachers could see I was destined for success. I can safely say I cut the mustard at a tender age. Being an egg head, they blueprint even suggested I opt for home-school for my primary education so I would not let the other children feel intimidated. My parents however, thought it best for me to mingle with other children. They did nonetheless, encourage me to keep a low profile throughout my learning years but this proved very difficult. I was dynamic be it in the classroom, music room, on the dance floor and on the sports field. At age five, I already knew the quadratic equation. It become more of a lullaby. I could use all the functions of a calculator, I was even familiar with test tubes, crucibles, tongs, beakers, volumetric flasks, pipettes and other scientific instruments.

When I took the SAT for the first time in First Grade I got a disappointing 21000, way below my potential.  There was no need for my teachers to announce first position and the only prizes awarded to my classmates were for progress and effort and the occasional low-priced  rosettes, acrylic badges and cups. I was the big cheese at school. All the academic achievement prizes, tankards, shields and gold plated plaques were mine. Whereas some people learn to drive at age sixteen, I learnt to fly a plane. Whenever I played cricket it was clearly apparent which team was going to win. My opponents sometimes surrendered before the match even began, or they otherwise won through cheating. That was the only way I could be defeated. As you might have noticed I happen to be a man of integrity. I ended up having to turn down some of the leadership positions I was awarded. It is not that I could not handle the responsibilities, I felt for my classmates most of who were envious of my endless achievements. From everything I said it is not surprising that the Harvard Admission Officers and all the other Ivy League schools had to plead with me to enroll at their Institutions. 

Right now my hand is close to swollen after all the autographs I have signed this week alone. Call it fame or whatever you may.  I even have my own clothing line where all the businessman and congress man shop. Every valentines day I operate from my biggest office. This is so I can accommodate all the cards, love poems and gifts I receive. I actually have to hire haulage trucks so as to transport the gifts to one of my many houses. I again  had to built a house solely for the purpose of accommodating endless presents. Can you imagine many young ladies actually propose to me?, they kneel down and do all the sweet talking. I end up giving them all a cell-phone or some other economical accessory as a token of my appreciation. You can’t exactly turn down someone and watch them leave empty handed when you have got a phone shop right next to you. With my wealth I could finance for all the young girls who need a prom outfit and, facial, manicure and beauty pedicure. On a more serious level I could pay all Heads of States’ salaries for the next five years, send all the poor children on a plane to a destination of their choice and fund the lottery for the next ten years. If you will excuse me. I believe the chauffeur has just arrived.