The Trouble with Being Smart

Troublemakers, rebels, and rule-breakers have had a significant impact on the world throughout history.
These individuals have challenged the status quo, questioned authority, and pushed boundaries, often
paving the way for progress and change. Without troublemakers, society would stagnate, and we would
never move forward. They may be a source of frustration and anxiety for those around them, but they
often bring to light the flaws in the system, the injustices that need to be corrected, and the changes
that need to be made.

Troublemaker kids are often viewed with a negative connotation, but they can actually be very
important for individual growth and societal progress. These children challenge authority, push
boundaries, and question the status quo. While this may seem like a recipe for chaos and disruption,
their rebellious nature can lead to important insights and progress.

These kids have a unique perspective on the world. They question the norms and standards of society,
leading to critical thinking and independent thought. Rebels are not satisfied with the status quo and
push for change, challenging old assumptions and beliefs. This type of critical thinking is essential for
individual and societal growth.

Secondly, troublemaker kids can be trailblazers for new ideas and approaches. They can be a catalyst for
change. By challenging conventional wisdom, these kids can inspire others to think outside of the box
and pursue new and unconventional solutions. This type of innovation is vital for society to continue to
evolve and progress.

Rather than dismissing these kids as troublemakers, we should encourage them to pursue their passions
and ideas, knowing that their unconventional approach may be exactly what is needed to create positive
change.

Now you must be thinking was I a troublemaker back in the day, yes I was, but I was a different kind of
troublemaker. In other words, you can say, during my school days my name was synonymous with
trouble. In fact, the Trouble that comes with being too smart

I was always a smart kid. I don't mean to brag, but I had a knack for learning things quickly and easily. I
could ace any test, and finish any assignment, without breaking a sweat. I was also very talkative and
outgoing. I loved to socialize with everyone and make new friends. I was a natural leader, always ready
to take charge and influence others.

You would think that being smart, talkative, and outgoing would make me a model student and a
popular kid. But you would be wrong. In fact, being smart, talkative, and outgoing got me into a lot of
trouble.

A lot of trouble.

I always went to the best schools, but I was always in trouble. And the reason behind it was quite
simple, I talked too much. I was smart and bright. So smart, in fact, that I could finish all my work for the
week in just one day. I never failed, but I always socialized. I was a social butterfly, always flitting from
one person to another.

In elementary school, I had already gained the reputation of leading people astray. They even wanted to
send me to counseling.

But as I moved on to middle school and high school, my trouble-making tendencies escalated. I went to
four or five different high schools, all because of my constant fighting. It was a problem that followed
me wherever I went, and it didn't help that I knew everyone. Being a leader meant that I was always in
the thick of things, always getting into trouble.

My first high school was the LA High magnet school program, followed by Hamilton University High
School on Robertson in West LA. Then, it was University High School, located in Barrington and
Wiltshire. My stepmother was a judge and had a law office in downtown LA, so she would take us there
first before we rode the bus down Wiltshire to school.

But even with all these schools, I couldn't stay out of trouble. That's why I ended up going to Carson
High School, which had a reputation for dealing with troublemakers like me. But even there, I continued
to cause problems. My parents had had enough. They decided to make an example out of me, and I was
sent to Eagle Tree continuation on the back of Carson High.

It was there that I truly proved my intelligence. I finished all my work for a whole year in just two
months. The teachers couldn't believe it. But it wasn't because I was particularly studious. I just wanted
to hang out with the old guys who had become a part of my life.
Looking back, I have so many stories to tell. I was in so much trouble that my parents had to take
collective action. But even as a troublemaker, I knew I had something special. I had the gift of gab, the
ability to lead. And while it may have caused some problems, it was also the thing that would lead me to
greatness in the end.

Growing up with parents who didn't know what to do with me was a constant battle. They wanted me to
be a good kid, but I was always getting into trouble. It was no surprise when they decided to make me a
ward of the state and handed me over to the court in Inglewood. I couldn't believe it. My own parents
brought me here to get in trouble, and yet I had a lawyer, my Auntie Jean, representing me. It was
insane.

Judge Dorm was tough on juvenile delinquency, and my parents thought it was the right place for me.
But I was smart, and I had a plan. I didn't want to stay there, and I knew I had to get out. I remember the
judge telling me that if I ditched school, I would get five days in juvenile hall jail. I thought he was crazy.
So, I left there and called my boyfriend.

He was my savior at the time. He told me not to worry and that he would take care of me. We ended up
going to Las Vegas, and that's when my life took a dramatic turn. I don't know if I was a drug queen pin
or just a supportive girlfriend, but either way, it was the beginning of my journey into the drug world.

It was a tough life, and my boyfriend was not always around. But I was smart, and I had a talent for
selling drugs. The drug dealers loved me, and I made a lot of money. It was a dangerous game, and I
knew it. But at the time, it was my only option.

Looking back, I realize that being a ward of the state was not the end of my story. It was just the
beginning. It was the push I needed to take control of my life and make something of myself. I had to
fight for everything, and that's what I did.

Despite my troubled past, I never let it define me. I learned from my mistakes and moved forward. It
wasn't easy, and there were many ups and downs along the way. But I never gave up. I kept fighting and
eventually found my way out of the darkness.

Being a ward of the state was a turning point in my life. It was the moment when I realized that I had to
take control of my destiny. And that's exactly what I did.