one thing that annoys me about school, especially during my younger years, is that I had all the time in the world but wasn’t interested in those boring classes.

If I could have all that time now to learn about math, history, and read books, I would be so down, but at that time, I just didn’t care.

It's funny how our perspectives evolve, isn't it? What once seemed irrelevant now holds the key to unlocking deeper insights into the world. If only we could lend our younger selves a glimpse of the future, maybe we'd find ways to appreciate those moments a bit more.