A fleeting dream

The world goes on with a stream of information, yet we only retain bits and pieces.
"I wonder how much more inefficient human will have to be before they become efficient" thinks the boy at the corner seat, staring outside the window... 

Lesson went on as usual. A thousand words were probably spoken but not a single picture seem to be formed in the mind of most students. After all the homeroom teacher clearly had lost his light in teaching; teaching with a monotonous voice making lessons seemed indifferent from reading a textbook- lifeless with little engagement.

The story of a boy who has many dreams inspired by others, only becoming a scar to him, chucked aside. Simply, a tale where a boy who continuously run away from his incompetency, only realizing that he has never achieved anything. What little changes will spin this story into motion ?