When I was 12 turning 13 I had a real identity crisis. Although I know that puberty was an identity crisis all of it’s own that’s not the subject I’ll cover here. When I was growing up in Texas, I was a “smart” kid. I built my identity on it. Being the first one done on quizzes and tests was just part of my MO. Often I would turn around, put my arm on the desk of the kid behind me and ask, “What did you get?” He would tell me his grade, and I would go, “Oh, that’s good. I got a hundred.” I was a “smart” kid.