She was the one constant in a life full of changes, other than my parents, that I looked up to and wholeheartedly respected, and she had called me stupid and less than her. After that moment, I took every class she had when I was finally in that grade. I started paying attention in class and getting straight A’s but kept my social life (meaning I still made time to swing.) Gladwell wrote how “intelligence has a threshold” (Outliers, 80). I might’ve been born with a lower I.Q. than Tiffany, but I was just as capable as her. I didn't need hours of homework or even tutoring to catch up, I just need to listen; when I did, I realized how easy it was to see the connections between things. By the time I started high school, I was all but obsessed with catching up to her or beating her. This obsession never got me to put in extra work than her though, I wanted to show her I was always capable (plus my parents would've probably lectured me if they found out.) Except, with every success of mine, she down played it: an A in Pre-Ap Language was because “I had an easier teacher than her,” being pulled into Pre-Ap French II was because “the teacher like her and was upset when she dropped after French I,” and--the most reoccurring--every position or award I earned in JROTC was because “I was her little sister.” To most this would’ve made them bitter but I had never been taught to view it that way. My household was full of love, I didn’t see this as my sister putting me down; I just thought I had to try harder. So I