celebratory dinner for my level 2 in Pharmacology? Yay! The fact he suggested it and seems excited for it? ALL THE YAY!

I know I should calm my ovaries/tits, but I can't. I refuse to. I feel like I finally proved my worth to the world by getting that level 2. I made the national average my ho.

I feel like I just defeated the Huns and finally brought honor to my family. It's one thing to have my brother, who's literally a genius and everything I'm not, do so, but I never expected this. I made up this sibling rivalry with my brother ever since I was little and I always compare my achievements to his; my parents never compared us, but you can tell who the favorite is by having all of us in a room together, which is why I've always had high standards for myself.

Bart is the epitome of perfect and maybe you could say that I have a brother complex for thinking that way, but he really is. He makes friends at the drop of a hat; he's not socially awkward at all; he meets all of these celebrities and knows what to say to not freak them out; he's always gotten good grades; he's had the same best friends since elementary school; he's amazing at video games - and this might sound silly, but for any given game that I'm spectacular at, he's 10x better. I would play Super Smash Bros on Gamecube for HOURS trying to get good enough to beat him and I never could. I can beat most people, sans the fanatics, except for Bart, who doesn't even like those games. Same goes for Mario Kart - I'd unlock ALL the characters, the cars, the tracks, EVERYTHING and he'd still annihilate me in a race.

I never felt like what I did was good enough in comparison to him and even though he probably would have done better on the exam than I did (considering he's a pharmacist and all), I feel like for a split second I could step out of his shadow and bask in the spotlight for once.

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