I thought I understood...
I was in high school,
everyone was familiar to me, but i didn't know them. The "nice"kid, they knew me as, and i was complacent with that. I dared not get on anyone's bad side, lest i wanted to be scorned by my future public. I was above average in my studies, but my teachers always told me, "if I put more effort I can strive for that A". Some classes, i did, some not; and those teachers seemed disappointed that my best effort was not being put out by me; but somehow I dealt with it; albeit badly, I didn't know how else to do it. Doing it seemed like backtracking and not going forward. Nobody told me differently,