Trivial problems

My mistress has a somewhat tense relationship with her father. I suspect his secret has something to do with it. Her world is falling apart already before he has told her everything. I would very much like to know what it is, but so far he has been reluctant to tell her anything else. But that little piece of information has made her quite paranoid. She no longer looks forward to the summer holidays or Canada. It's really annoying me, because I am worrying about her finals. Appearently I am the only one. Everyone, including my mistress, expects her to do great. But I know better. She won't even pass if she doesn't get her act together. I realize that she is tired, but I refuse to comfort her. She has brought this upon herself. What was she thinking, aiming for medicine? She doesn't even understand basic chemistry! But if that is what she really wants, then no one can stop her except herself. and she's doing a great job doing just that. Complaining is really tiring.
When my mistress started to attende Foss, I thought that I would never meet a twit again. I was wrong. Her class consists of at least two twits that even she can't stand. I fear I will always be surrounded by idiots that I want to exterminate, but can't because of the laws of Norway. In my world there are no twits. Everyone lives in perfect harmony. And there will be no touching. I suspect that the ruin of that world would come quickly.