I sat the class period, slouched in my chair, with my arms folded across my chest. My unconscious pride came to surface as I sat there thinking about how I was such an accomplished logic student. As the class progressed, I realized I wasn't going to do well on the upcoming test if I didn't work for it.

I am convinced that sometimes I'd much rather be the underdog. I'd rather face the opposition of inadequacy than pride because I know that the higher up I am, the more it will hurt when I hit the ground.