When I asked my parents about stuff they didn't know about they always said I have to be patient, once I enroll in elementary I'll get to learn about everything I want to know about. Now *that* was a disappointment. I still remember the first day quite clearly. By then I could already read a little bit from watching game shows on TV where they spelled out letters, but these mouthbreathers couldn't even count to 10. I was confused. Then shocked because I realized they're really serious and just that stupid. Then frustrated that I obviously wasn't going to learn anything. Within a minute all my enthusiasm got overkilled hard.
The sheer boredom from being locked up with these tards made me sperg out so much all the time that I developed crippling anxiety from all the bully I got in return so later in high school when it got really bad I eventually just dropped out and that was it.
I can still pull in 100k+ doing remote programming jobs any time I feel like it or when my funds start running out (I live frugally, 1y/3y schedule works for me) so no worries, but that broken promise still haunts me.
Figthing back never ended well. They just came in groups and the teacher understandably hated me too for sperging out, so in her mind I deserved it and got punished. Eventually I started spending the breaks on the toilet. I guess I should have just stabbed one of them with a sharp pencil or something. Whatever, the fact I didn't even learn anything for all the torture is much more depressing than the bully.
