As always, my teachers and coaches loved me and my parents supported me. I loved being the kid everyone talked about. I loved being successful and I loved making people proud. As I entered high school, the pressure to succeed and meet my parents' expectations increased. I joined clubs approved by my parents, took classes that would look good on my transcript, and studied 24/7 to maintain a good GPA. Seeing the people around me happy and proud of me was a great feeling. I stayed up all night just so I could study and get good grades that would make my family and teachers proud. By my senior year, I never slept more than four hours a night. I was a zombie going through the motions of life. As I started looking for a college, the pressure to be #1 grew. My parents took me on countless college tours, thirty-seven to be exact, to find the “right school for me.” My parents took me around the country visiting tons of the best engineering schools. We occasionally visited schools I wanted to visit. But every visit went the same way. If my parents chose the school, they would smile the entire tour and spend the car ride home talking about how great it was. If it was a school I chose