You are wasting your time, if you haven't realized that yet. As evidenced in another reply to your post. Kids will be kids. The only way to deal with someone's unruly petulant child is to ignore them and/or their behavior. Validating it with a response, even an admonishment, is perceived as a reward. It is how little minds work.
Now THAT brings up a point worth discussing- wasting one's time....
Whether it was your intention or not, your comment alludes to a point much bigger than it seems to punch... what's a life worth living?
Is it success in grade/HS? I did that- was forced into honors classes despite my wishes (I just wanted to coast in HS) and still finished above the top 10% in my class despite being one of the biggest slackers. Happiness level... pretty dang low- "funny" story on that- my HS made a big point to "invite" me into the National Honor Society and I said- "nah" mainly because I wanted to work and earn money and not do the required volunteer work (outside of the 80-100+ hours I already needed to do to graduate from a Catholic HS. That made my own mother cry because I was "throwing away my life".
Is it success in college? I did that for a year. If you can believe it I was afraid I'd "miss" the "war" going on in Afghanistan & Iraq and dropped out after the 1st year (after a buddy of mine was killed in Iraq). That also made my mother cry.
Is it success in the "adventure" of a military career? I don't know that either. I gave up everything I knew and enlisted in one of the jobs that had the highest mortality rates, everyone at MEPS tried talking me out of it and offered every job the military had to offer and at 19 years old I thought I had it all figured out and told them to pound sand because I wanted a combat job. Surprise surprise, I got what I asked for and I quickly learned what I signed up for and all the stuff "they don't talk about". Well I apparently did a pretty good job and advanced through the ranks quickly but when my term was up- I had seen enough and had enough myself so said "nah" to re-enlisting and decided college wasn't nearly as hard as what I was doing so I got out and left whatever semblance of progress in a "career" I started (at the highest point of the "Great Recession" as well). I was "gifted" everything I asked for and reality trumped whatever romanced vision I had of pursuing the "big adventure". Happiness level still low.
I went back to college bound and determined to leave with a degree as fast as I could. I averaged 20 credits a semester because I knew that every semester I was in college I was paying for the 'pleasure' and was burning through every dollar I made (the GI Bill paid $1,100 a month that I tried to live off of while supplemented with what I saved during my deployment).
I didn't graduate in the top 10% of my college class like I did in HS before, after all come hell or high water I was graduating as fast as I could and took extra classes to the point I needed a waiver to take as many (after all it was costing me $$ every semester I was there and my grades suffered. I ended up graduating in almost 3 years exactly and also in the top "5" of my class. I really wanted it and wanted to get back into making money and putting my past behind me. I had no life (seriously) I needed to graduate and do so as fast as I could. For the 1st time in my life I was getting Straight "A's at a "Big 10" school paid for by the GI Bill. My "happiness" level was still next to zero. Yeah I did well but I was going through the motions to "get a good job".
Well low and behold- during my senior year- I was offered an internship that I thought I'd give a couple of years at after I graduated and once I had enough experience I'd "hang a shingle" outside and do my own thing. Well I've been at that job for well over a decade and quickly shot through the "ranks" at least to a point.
During this whole thing- I was courting my (now) wife and it was "us against the world". We came from nothing and in a lot of ways didn't have anything to speak of either, but for over a decade we put every dollar we had away to buy a house and we finally did so just last summer. It's a beautiful house too- and I really thought I "made it" when I finally had a piece of property to put my name on (trust me most folks here wouldn't have lasted over a year let alone a decade in the apartment we stayed at while we saved money. I'm talking rampant drug use, child custody issues in our "back yard" of the apartment, and likely enough mold that took a decade off of our lives. Happiness level after finally getting a house.... maybe 3 out of 10? Over a decade of sacrificing to put every dollar away and it's a beautiful house, but it's also a prison with the monthly mortgage payments. That said- it's the house I was always after- a small piece of land to call my own and look up at the stars (and actually see stars without the rampant light pollution just 15 minutes away from us. I truly feel blessed. I don't know how else to explain how the house has changed my life- just having a dishwasher, a laundry machine, hell just being able to park in a garage for the 1st time in my life and after decades... there was a price to pay to get to this point and these otherwise "little" things just mean more to me than most here can ever understand and it took me & my (now) wife a very long time to get here.
And if you have a problem with me- then so be it but let me say I literally waded through human shit to "earn" my GI Bill, and I spent over a decade living in an apartment surrounded by.. individuals that most here wouldn't put up with. You can believe me or not but I came home from work one day and was within a cunt's hair of getting arrested because my (then girlfriend/now wife) fell asleep at our apartment and the whole area was "evacuated" due to an active shooter across the back lot. I did NOT take that well and it ended up being an otherwise bad day for me and about 3 different police departments because I would not take "no" for an answer.
So that's who I am- I'm on the upswing and still my happiness is at a 3/10. I've put everything I've had into being "successful" and now... it doesn't matter how I did in grade/HS, it doesn't matter how many times I made my mother cry for wasting my "potential", it doesn't matter what I did when I wore a uniform & it doesn't matter what I was able to do afterwards in college either. I'm just another rat in the wheel.
But I'll say this- and I hope you hear me- I took a shot, hell I took a few shots and did relatively well each time. I've seen more joy and experienced more sorrow than most people can ever understand. Do I have regrets Hell yes- I have a lifetime's worth of regrets, and dreams that still haunt me but not a single one of them is because of a shot I didn't take when I was young. That's who I am.
-LD