In some ways, my sister wished she could be like me in terms of getting good grades in school. What she didn't realize is that I did it for myself and worked hard to be considered smart, rather than stupid. My grades were the only good point about me then. I wasn't, and am not, pretty or especially popular.
I didn't realize, when I was going to school, that there were people who stuck up for me against the bullies of the school. I felt stupid and I know I must have hurt the feelings of the people who wanted to be my friends.