Can you make me an outro for my life in Grade 10?

Before I proceed to tell you what my life is, in grade 10, I will be telling you about myself. My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>. I was born in 2008 and am turning 16 this year. I have a long-term memory but forget it when I feel like it. Ever since I was born, my parents have already known that I am gifted, and for the past 15 years, I have lived with academic validation. My mother would always post on her social media when I achieved something, and I don't mind it either; if that would make her happy, then so be it. When I was still in elementary school, I was in the general section for 7 years, and so I know up until now how they act when there's a teacher in front and what their behavior is towards other sections, especially boys. It was scary how often there was trouble somewhere in the school. Aside from the general section, there's another program in the school that mainly focuses on students who are intelligent. My mother planned on getting me into that program, but it was cancelled because she was scared of what would happen to me for whatever reason. I'm aware that there are people out there who are more intelligent and talented than me, and so I knew that I shouldn't be full of myself and would remind myself to be humble if I did something great. I had my very first best friend when I was still in the second grade, and up until the tenth grade, I still knew him, and we are still friends. I look up to him, and I treat him as my academic rival. He is always on top, and after him is me, and I would try my very best just so I could rival him. Not until the last year of my elementary days was I excited, and my mother was also excited because next year I will be in high school. Fast forward: I took an entrance exam called SSP, as I recall, which will be called STE later on. The four years of my high school life were not so great because of the virus. Grade 7 was alright, still the same; validations. I got into a contest; I think it was a math competition, and I can still remember it because it was held online, and then my camera was upside down the whole time. Grade 8 was no good because that year I got my laptop, and I forgot to mention that in front of our house is a computer shop, so after school hours, I go home and then go there. Going back, as I said, I got my laptop and got addicted to online games. I did not attend my classes and was scolded every time I did. Grades were bad because I did not submit performance tasks either. I got on probation because of how bad my grades were, and if I am constantly on it, I will be out of the program. My very first actual high school life, because it was finally face-to-face classes and I was doing great, I got some friends, the teachers were very good at teaching and were very friendly, but the PT's were no joke. But the hard work paid off, and I did well in my academics. Finally, in the last years of my high school, I can still very much remember what happened in the very first weeks: our first lesson on each subject and our first performance tasks—same faces, few transferred. I know I did my best this school year, and I will be proud of myself because of how well I fought. It was a bit disappointing, but things happen for a reason. Thank you, sir Niño, for being our adviser, and I will never forget how good you are at teaching. Because of you, I learned a lot and improved a lot in mathematics. Thank you, sir Josh, for also being the best teachers I have encountered in my whole academic life. I am aware that you have known us very well since the beginning, and because of that, I became more mature than I was before. It was all because of how you taught us things that are very different from other teachers. Maam Angel as well. She is very good at teaching us, especially since her subject is our first period. I learned a lot of laws here in our country and would love to learn more so that I can be more aware politically and socially. Now that we are finally going to stage and