There cannot be a more ample time to write. The fact that we're now way within our institutions of higher learning makes me reckon at the suddent ideal for good marks. This arrises after a month or two of lectures. Finally it comes to the point where no student, no matter how dumbfolded could simply excuse him or herself with the reason of being still 'fresh' to the surroundings and the subjects at hand. To even extend this newfound need for 'four flats', your peers will now be people with a face and a name. After exploring the horizons of this new environment with an eagerness not rivalled since the days of Standard One, they too will be all hyped up with getting or attaining the status of being the creame de la creame of scholarship. The fact that they know and recognise you opens up a whole new irony, a whole new fear to it;Being somebody exposes you to the risk of being nobody. Anyone left behind will be ostracist under the banner 'Meritocrat', which is as degrading as the other noun 'dropout'. It seems this to be the case for the students of my ethnic range. For many of those engaging fully in the finesse of study and 'further-reading' are the people affiliated with my skin. They have been brought up under institutions which regard success as synonymous with attaining perfect scores. Any attainment other than that will be foolish, and so 'face' will fade from his or her dignity. Being a 'model minority' really adds to the campus heeds, as it pressure cooks your celebral cortex along together with 11 special herbs and spices, according to a Secret Recipe (to Sucess) known to all yet not by all. This shade of humanity demands plenty from those outside its band and even more from those within it, far from the simple attainment of a band of distinction. Amazing, a plain hue of yellow could make you thrive for flying colours. Further extending the potential pain from psychological pressure is my the symbolism attacted to my name: It literarily spells perfection! Living up to it is deep down in my psyche. The consequences will be catastrophic if I do not. The butt from jokes cracked from an obvious obversation of contrast. So, here begins the rat race yet again. And I'm far from the cheese.