How could you possibly say I’m miserable? Look at you. You sit there and exceed in everything, and try to be the best possible version of yourself. Oh, how the parents and teachers must adore you! Although you sit and breathe in every ounce of information that textbook has to offer, also for a subject that means nothing, but a college credit. You think I’m miserable and you’re the one drowning yourself in your education, because your pre-matured brain (which you can read about in your precious textbook) has been brain-washed by educating officials saying that getting into a division 1 school will be the most important thing in your life. And you actually thrive for that foolishness, and consume your life and time to working, and competing. You end up talking down to people who don’t quite understand the division of cells, or why Germany invaded Poland. I just don’t get it, you’re probably going to work severely hard for the rest of your life, and why? Do you have some presence you have to impress? To hopefully make a ton of money, you probably won’t ever spend, and will still be in the bank after you die? All I’m saying is there are a lot better things in life that don’t involve acing some lame test you won’t even care about while on your death bed. So I suggest you get your head out of your tightly-wound expectations, and stop shaking your head at me, because I will never be like you and you’re glorious perfecting intelligence.