Being a bad student must be a miserable experience.  Teachers, parents, and other kids point out your failings day after day.  Even if they sugarcoat their negative feedback (“Billy needs to improve in… everything”), that’s gotta hurt.

Why then do we hear so little about the plight of the bad student?  The obvious answer: Bad students rarely grow up to be writers or public speakers.  (Enlightening counter-example: Comedians).  Indeed, bad students rarely grow up to read blogs or comment on them.

“Rarely,” however, does not mean “never.”  My request: If you were ever a bad student, please tell us how it felt.  How would you compare it to other sorrows you’ve experienced?  The more details, the better.  It is time for your voice to be heard.