Entrance exams were coming up, and Kuwabara found he had less and less time for playing as he studied to make sure he'd get into the school he had picked.
This might be easier if I'd actually paid attention in class.
If only his classes weren't so boring. Learning some of the stuff made sense, like reading, writing, and counting. He could see how those skills would affect his life. But how exactly was history important? Or science, even? Maybe they would be important if he wanted to be a historian or scientist, but he didn't, so why did he have to learn about them? Why not just let him learn things he'd actually use in his life? That would make much more sense to his way of thinking.
Whoever decided we needed to learn all this stuff must be stupid. Or mean. Or just hates people.
All three options were equally plausible in Kuwabara's mind.
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