My teacher is kind. very friendly. He don't get angry when I'm about to fall asleep. He is about the age of a middle age and old age, but not much more admiring me than younger. He probably has a lot of experience, knowledge and life experience. It is thought that he acquired a forgiving spirit in the process. I rely on him and do very little independent learning. It's probably the act of a socially accused subject. I'm not motivated. I can't find meaning in going on to university. Where am I going? Surely not just me. Does anyone know that?