My New Life is not what i expected

Second year preview.

Hikigaya POV.

Youth is a lie. It's nothing but evil.

You, who revel in your youth, deceive yourselves and those around you. You perceive everything about the reality surrounding you in a positive light. Even if you make a life-threatening mistake, it would still be seen as a mere page in your youthful memories.

Let me give you an example. If these people engage in criminal acts like theft or rioting, it would be called "youthful indiscretion." If they fail an exam, they claim that school is not just a place for studying. As long as they are in the face of "youth," they will exhibit a distortion of common beliefs or social norms.

Under their discretion, lies, secrets, crimes, and even failure are nothing but the essence of youth. And in their corrupt ways, they find something peculiar about failure. They conclude that while their own failures are part of savoring their youth, the failures of others must be brought down with nothing but failures and nothing more.

If failure can be seen as a testament to youth, wouldn't it be strange not to consider making friends as experiencing the pinnacle of your youth? Of course, they wouldn't acknowledge this.

It's all worthless. It's nothing but the result of their opportunism.

Therefore, it's a farce. Filled with lies, deceit, secrets, and fraud that should be condemned.

They are wicked.

Ironically, those who don't glorify their youth are the truly righteous ones.

In conclusion, Riajuu, go and beat yourselves up.

...

My Japanese teacher, Shizuka Hiratsuka, burst a vein while reading my essay out loud. As I listened, I realized my writing skills were far from competent. I thought stringing together some fancy words might make me sound smart, but apparently, it didn't turn out that way.

Was it because my essay was amateurish that she called me? That couldn't be. I already knew that. After Hiratsuka-sensei finished reading, she put a hand to her forehead and sighed deeply.

"Tell me, Hikigaya, what was the assignment I gave you during class?"

"... Well, it was an essay on the topic 'reflecting on middle school life.'"

"Exactly. So why did you write a threatening letter? Are you a terrorist? Or maybe just an idiot?"

She let out another sigh.

Come to think of it, maybe I should have added more insults to those damn normies. Just as I was smiling to myself thinking about those things, a paper package hit my head.

"Pay attention!"

"Yes."

"Your eyes are like the eyes of a rotten fish."

"Do they really look rich in omega-3 fatty acids? Makes me sound intelligent."

The corners of her lips moved upward.

"Hikigaya. What's with this tasteless essay? I'd like to hear some kind of reasoning at least." Her eyes gleamed, shooting daggers at me; she's seriously terrifying.

"Uh... well... I was reflecting on the great middle school life, you know! Nowadays, this is very common in school life! My essay is pretty close to it!"

I continued fumbling for my words. I get nervous just talking to people, but speaking to an older woman makes me even more nervous.

"Usually, this question would require reflecting on your own experiences, don't you think?"