Of course, the absolute worst part of excelling is having to deal with the tiny psychopaths. I mean, children. It didn’t take long for me to be recognized as a genius and to begin jumping grades like clockwork every term or so, to my parent’s delight. What is less delightful is the way children have no tolerance for anything different. They work in groups too, like bloody piranhas or something, so charming them isn’t even that much of a solutions because they just get set back on track by the powers of fucking groupthink.