Zexion, contrary to popular belief, despised school. He loved to research, and he loved to read, but he found the school system deplorable. He hated the endless monotony of the school day, and the shallow attitudes of his classmates. The classes limited him, the students picked on him, the library had a horrible selection of books, and the ones that they did have had dirty comments, highlighted cuss words, and creased corners.
Zexion never believed in fate, or in wishes, or anything of the sort, and never assumed that having a thought as simple as 'I wish that something, anything, for Christ's sake, would change the drab, repetitive feeling of this damned school,' would have any kind of affect on anything.