When I was younger, a boy (his name wasn't Ethan) joined my ballet class for the first time. At the time, I was one of the better students, and I was appalled at how the boy was failing miserably and slowing down class. Yet, he was promoted to a higher level, (which I was desperately trying to reach) and I burned with pain and jealousy, but mostly anger. Not at any teacher, but the boy, whom I could not stand. But, there really was nothing I could do, so I worked on my technique, and gave it my all every class. Eventually, I was promoted two levels ahead, proving handling a situation with grace and determination are the best solutions to a problem.