What do you want from me?

I'm sitting by the bench outside the staff room with my notes on the table and my laptop opened in front of me. A teacher walks out, gives me a smirk and says, "Week 2 and you're studying already? Are you Year 1 or 2?" I reply, "Year 2." He sighs dramatically and turns to leave. "Well, I now know better to start earlier, don't I?" I call after him. He chuckles. Tells me I should be out, living my life, having fun, instead of sitting here at 10 in the morning, studying. "It's too early," he says. "So early."

Teachers. They want us to be brilliant but don't want to have to see us try.