Ok, I love school. Or so I thought. I love to learn. I love books. I love challenges. There should be plenty of knowledge and perhaps even wisdom in a school, right? Sadly, it doesn‘t seem this way. After only four lessons, my hope is already sinking. I already feel like that kid, that knows everything, asks for more work, eager to do homework - nobody likes that kid. Hell, I don‘t like that kid. But, alas, I am that kid. And it‘s not my fault.