However, once I reached middle school, the constant praise of my intellectual abilities became more detrimental than supportive. In elementary school, I always felt like I was the best and smartest in my classes, but in middle school that all changed. Middle school posed a new challenge for me, as I was put into more advanced classes with peers that were closer to my academic level, and some that surpassed my abilities. I learned that I would not always be the smartest kid in the room, and a portion of my self-esteem shattered. Despite this fact, I still kept receiving the same praise, telling me how smart I was and how I would change the world one day. I began to feel disappointed in myself, and how in reality I was not as good as all the adults seemed to think I was. So, I began to become frustrated with the flattery I once loved, and looked down upon myself. Throughout my three years of middle school, I silently felt myself-esteem spiral downward, without ever telling
However, once I reached middle school, the constant praise of my intellectual abilities became more detrimental than supportive. In elementary school, I always felt like I was the best and smartest in my classes, but in middle school that all changed. Middle school posed a new challenge for me, as I was put into more advanced classes with peers that were closer to my academic level, and some that surpassed my abilities. I learned that I would not always be the smartest kid in the room, and a portion of my self-esteem shattered. Despite this fact, I still kept receiving the same praise, telling me how smart I was and how I would change the world one day. I began to feel disappointed in myself, and how in reality I was not as good as all the adults seemed to think I was. So, I began to become frustrated with the flattery I once loved, and looked down upon myself. Throughout my three years of middle school, I silently felt myself-esteem spiral downward, without ever telling