And thus...

While I was playing the piano today, I stumbled upon a hypothesis so satisfying, I am determined to carry out the experiment, and of course, prove it correct.

I don't like rules. I don't like doing what I'm told. And I'm not talking about school or society rules... that's entirely different from this context. I am talking about barriers that each of us set for our own selves. These barriers are as simple as telling ourselves we are incapable of achieving something, but as complex as trying to follow through for all the wrong reasons.

I don't like my rules.

In eighth grade I struggled with math and created my first rule: Math is not something I can excel in. In ninth grade I had to move and adjust to a semi-new place. I made another rule: I will never fit in. Sophomore year when I was turned down to play for YMCA Blaze I made yet another rule: I am not worth a chance. And this year? I find myself in the process of making another one: I don't belong among these IB people.

But today, I am breaking these rules. And I've been breaking them all along if I am to be honest.

Freshman year I received a certificate in achievement from my math teacher. I am now realizing that people know who I am for all the right reasons (I don't party with the best of them... if you know what I mean). Sophomore year I received the "Most Inspirational" and "Coach's Award" from my school volleyball team. I also was given a chance to prove myself on another club team, shortly after being turned down by Blaze. And today I realized I am the only one questioning whether or not I belong in IB. For whatever reason my teachers, principal, and IB coordinators have no doubt that I'm capable of staying in the program. Maybe I'll listen to them just this once.