Greatest challenge of my life till date: Remaining sane despite all the physics lectures of class IX I attended. I used to walk into my class each day, hoping that eventually I would figure out what language my teacher speaks in. No such luck. I even used to cry ridiculously about it as it wasn't like me to "be unable to understand something".
The worst part was that everyone else in my class acted perfectly normal about it. Was my I.Q. actually that low? Or maybe everyone in the world had been struck by a "high intelligence" apocalypse and somehow I had survived. How lucky of me.
The possibilities were many, but it took all my confidence to figure out the correct one. It was that I was the only one curious enough to have doubts. Not very modest of me, is it? But that is what came to my mind when I first checked out Khan Academy on the internet (after literally exhausting all other possibilities).
I began hunting down answers for each question that arose in my mind and ended up making physics my favorite subject. Not only that, I also realized that my understanding of physics had become better than that of most of the others'.
I write this now, after 2 years since today morning I discovered that I was having some similar troubles with class XI mathematics. After going all bonkers for two hours about it, it occurred to me that it might just be my same old ridiculous habit of questioning too much. Because after all this, there is one thing I'm completely sure of: there is no such thing as a high-intelligence apocalypse or a sudden I.Q. drop. If I'm feeling segregated, its because of something extra I have, not others.
