I'm not an underacheiver and fuck you maggie

I hate everything. The other day in math class I was staring blankly at my math book thinking about lobsters when my teacher called on me. I had no idea what we were doing and I did the only logical thing to do in that situation, go "ugghghghhh...Huh?" My teacher told me to pay attention and called on some smart person. But thats not what bugged me, it was what my classmate said to me afterwards. She said, "Nick, you're such an underachiever." And for the record, she's a bitch. I didn't say anything, but for the rest of the seventy-five minute class instead of sleeping I thought about how achieving exactly what I hope to achieve is underachieving. I hate other peoples' standards and expectations. That's like saying ants are underachievers because I expect them to harvest corn instead of sugar. I'm not even capable of becoming a great mathematician. I hate you Maggie, you make my head hurt.