This truly validated the saying: the harder they mocked me back then, the harder they praise me now.
Despite all this, I didn't let it get to my head.
I knew everything I achieved was due to my own efforts.
Only when you become good enough will the world be kind to you, and better things will be attracted to you.
No one was more upset about my transformation than the teaching assistant.
She despised me the most, and now that I was on par with the rich students she favored, she was even more caustic in her words.
"Erica, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're now popular on campus. As a student, grades are what matters. If you spend all your time running that ad shop, when will you study? If you fail this semester, I'll make sure you don't get your diploma!"
She was already threatening me. I wasn't going to back down. "What if I pass and even become top of the class?"
She probably didn't expect me to challenge her head-on, let alone aim for the top.
She sneered, "You think you can beat Juliette? If you top the class, you can have my job!"