I was rather distressed today. Perhaps it has to do with what happened at school.
The day started off just fine. The math teacher told me that I was "bravo" for having completed Calculus already. The fourth-year students are currently studying what seems to me as Algebra 2/Trig. Then the Italian teacher commented how I was translating 7-8 pages of Caesar's De Bello Gallico every day. She is apparently a Latin geek so we spent some time talking about Latin stuff. During English class, the professor asked me to participate in the "interrogation" and ask some questions to the selected students.
Everything was good, va bene. But in the middle of the philosophy class, a kid who sits in front of me threw all his stuff on the ground and ran away while crying. Some students left to go see what was up, and the teacher had a "I am done" face going on. Due to my inability to understand much Italian, I did not get the context, but something triggered me to also feel upset all day long.
So I guess the Italian high school is not always butterflies and flowers in the meadow. It has its ups and downs, and it really depends on the classroom environment.