She finally handed back my Scantron, barely any red marks on the paper. In a class where half correct can be typical only four wrong was prodigious. After she was done returning the Scantrons, she was trying to calm everyone else down. Stressing that it was normal to have Bs and Cs at this point, only one person had an A. Also, this was most students’ first AP class, they were used to not getting straight As, in their other classes. Someone caught a glimpse of my test and blurted, “I didn’t know you were smart, I barely ever hear you talk.” Certain people suppose that I am shy; therefore, they assume I can’t be smart. I feel like I am assigned the label of shy, I can understand why, but that still doesn’t allow anyone to be superior to me. It appears that attaching labels on others can discredit them from feeling meritorious. Later that day, another girl overhead me telling my friend about my grades and she exclaimed, “Wow! What do you do all day study? I could never do that because I have a life.” Some believe shy is synonymous with dull or stale. Others appear to be blown away when I say something bold or