When you've been told you're smart all your life and then *newsflash* you aren't, because before you know it, you've been thrown into a class with other kids who've grown up with the same word 'smart' being tattooed into their identity, and it's awful. Because now you're not special anymore. You can't cling onto that one thing that set you apart from the rest. Because now, it's the one thing stringing you together. You're no longer a bedazzled gem, just another bead to the collection. Nothing more. Just stringing along.