I was the freshman in all AP and honors classes. I was the fourteen year old who could get a 4.8 GPA. So when sophomore year I decided to switch to regular chemistry my request was met with disappointed eyes and lips pressed firmly out of frustration. But don't get me wrong, I have and have always had parents who wanted whats best. Counselors who wanted whats best and teachers who wanted whats best. But best for who? I spent the first three years of high school chasing my grades, begging for them to slow down, trying to catch even a moment of rest. But sleep isn't whats best. I might have been doing my best but still hadn't caught up to the rest. I began to realize we are a generation taught that our ACT scores, GPA's and clubs we only joined because it will "look good for college" have come to define us. You can try to strip away what your parents,counselor and teachers think is best only to find that even you can't remember what's best. You have forgotten that you don't live for other people. We are a generation taught that whats best for one must be best for all. Our identities are put into the hands of so many others we can't even recognize ourselves let alone what we ache for. But I did it. I peeled off societies view of whats best and looked in the mirror and I finally liked who looked back at me. I remembered I wasn't the AP student who thrived off of knowledge of skin cells and ancient teachings. I was a girl who strived to be creatively stimulated from as many angles as possible. I was a girl who recognized that a schedule full of yoga and art was what was truly best.  I finally not only remembered but recognized and yet she was able to look at me and say "I'm not sure this is best."