"Hai. Salutations from the world of tomorrow. Now, lizten very carefully. I shall zay zis only once."
"Uhm... Kay?"
"A'ight, we don't have much time. First of all, sod society studies. Trust me, they're boring and you won't need 'em. Study aestetics instead, mate, at all costs. Ye hear? At all costs. It'll be better. An' don't let the math-problem get to ye, we're just not good at it. Learn what you have to, get yer grade and sod it. Trust me, I've never needed it since.
Also, the back of pa's head's got an appointment with Ms. Pavement Slab. It'll suck, but according to my calculations, in aestetics you'll be way better equipped to cope with it than I was. Or you was, whatever. Just keep sluggin' through, you'll make it."
"Right... Anything else?"
"Anythin' else? Nah, not really. Everything will work out fine, don't let anyone scare you. Carpe diem, mate. You'll probably only get one, anyway. An' don't play jaded, it doesn't suit you."
Hmm... The more I think about it, I've only got one single regret in life, and it's not even something very major.