When I was young, I never gave heartaches to my teachers. I never cursed them, nor talked rubbish about them. I never tried to question the way they teach because I thought that they have their own style. I get afraid when they are mad, and was very much afraid when I have low grades. I listened to my teachers' lectures, and copied in my notebook the notes that were written on the board. I rarely recite, but I always make sure that I pass my quizzes and exams and even do my homeworks and seat works. I studied hard, harder, and even hardest (if there is such thing).
Now, I am not young anymore. And the generation today is far different from what I was.
Today, I received another heartache. Another one that will be added to the thousands of heartaches I received within the span of nine months. Such irresponsible individuals! My patience exceeded it's limit! I'm tired of being good and nice to those who are around me. They are not even good to me, not at all. Should I quit? I just don't know. Anyway, the world will not stop even if I stopped taking this path.
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