Dumb It Down
You can hang out together, spend most of your time in their class, be as close as family to each and everyone of them, but at the end of the day; when the cards are dealt and each for his own picks up his hand, you’re not one of them.
I’m not one of them.
I’m no straight A student. I don’t have the discipline, or the memory, or the willpower for that kinda stuff. Most of the time, I don’t really give a damn. But when it turns out that what you suck at is something someone important to you holds up high, the knowledge that you do suck at it comes down on you like a punch in the gut.