I imagine myself in a classroom where the teacher allows us to interpret what we wish about literature. It is good to some extent to hear the knowledge the teacher can provide, but sometimes this can tear down the beauty of the art form. When we scrutinize too hard, we begin to loose pleasure.

There are some alterior motivations for wanting to fair. Sometimes there is just so much pressure to succeed, but there are people who do no want to succeed at all. There are even cases where children do not want to do better than their parents. The children do not want to be like their parents.