Someone asked me why I am so nice to people who treat me bad,

Someone asked me why I am so nice to people who treat me bad, and i didn't know the answer. Then during class, i looked around after finishing my test and realized why. I looked at the boy who made fun of my inability to do math, and this head was on the test and he looked tired. I know he played in the band, so he had to be at school early, and i wondered if he had something at home keeping him up or maybe it was the amount of class work teachers assigned. i looked at the girl who returned my hello:es by snapping her gum and twisting her hair. i knew her and her boyfriend broke up, and i wondered how hard it must be to have everyone concerned in your business. he could probably be a jerk, and i knew that she only acted dumb in class so people would like her. and i thought about the boy in PE who picked me last for teams, how he squinted at his paper and furrowed his eyebrows. it must be a lot of work always practising, and then also having to get good grades and go to college. and then there was also the girl who was always reading, and i wonder that she gets from those books or if she is running from something. and there is the boy who always wears that shirt and i know his shoes have holes in them because when it rains he complains about wet socks and i wonder if his parents work hard for him or if they drink a lot and i wonder if he feels out-casted because he has to little. and the other boy who just is. i can't imagine learning this stuff in a new language. and even the teacher, i noticed he wasn't wearing his ring today. maybe he is giving us more work and more homework  because he wants us to do better than he did. the point it, i look at all these people and realize that the have their own troubles and their own demons, and the last thing i want to do it add to them .It's a lot of pressure growing up and no matter that anyone says none of us have it easy.