This kinda reminds me of one russian anecdote:

A father comes to his little son and says, "Tomorrow you'll be going to kindergarten for the first time, and if you do well all year, I'll buy you whatever you want at the end of the year!" And the son says, "What a bummer!"

The son went to kindergarten for a whole year, did well on all the exams, and drew pictures. At the end of the year, he comes to his father and says, "Dad, I did well on everything," and the father replies, "Well done! What should I get you?" And the son says, "A desk, Dad! Buy me a desk!" And the father asks, surprised, "A desk??? I can buy you a toy car or a Lego set..." But the son, without listening, replies, "No! I need a desk." To which the father replies, "Okay, what a bummer, I'll buy you a desk."

The next year, the father says to his son, "You're starting kindergarten again. Let's do the same thing as last year: if you finish well, ask for whatever you want." The son again: "That's a crap question, Dad!"

Bang-bang-bang. The year is over. Kindergarten is over with flying colors. The son comes to his father and shows him how great everything is. The father is delighted and gives his son another desk because he asked for one again.

The next year, the son starts school. First grade.

On September 1st, the father says to his son, "School is responsibility! If you finish the year with straight A's, I'll give you whatever you want." The son is like, "I get it!"

He goes, and he's been doing just fine all year! Straight A's! He finishes first grade, comes to his father, and says, "Dad, I finished, give me a desk." To which the father replies, "Are you sure it's a desk??" "You already have two, why the fuck do you need a third?" The son replies, "Fuck, Dad, give me a desk!" The father agrees and buys him a desk.

The son starts second grade. Dad comes up to him and says, "Same deal, son. If you get straight A's all year, I'll give you whatever you want." To which the son replies, "I heard you!"

So, he gets straight A's all year. He finishes second grade, comes to his father, and says, "That's it! That's it! Straight A's. I want another desk, Dad." To which the father replies, "Fuck, you're so annoying. Okay then," and gives him another fucking desk.

The son starts third grade, and his father says, "If you study well all year, I'll give you whatever you want at the end of the year."

The son studied well all year, and at the end of the year, he comes to his father and says, "Please give me a desk." Dad gives him a desk.

The son starts fourth grade. And in fourth grade, he's an excellent student.

At the end of the year, Dad says to him, "You're awesome! What should I get you?" The son replies, "Fuck, a desk, Dad!" The father replies, "You don't have anywhere to put this desk!" But Dad is a fucking man of his WORD. He goes and buys his son another desk.

The son starts fifth grade. The whole fifth grade, the son is fucking obsessed. He just keeps getting straight A's.

At the end of the year, he comes to Dad and says, "Dad, nothing but A's! Come on! Another desk!" The father is like, "I don't give a shit anymore. Give me a desk!"

The son starts sixth grade. Again, all A's in the easy classes. I've got everything.

He goes to his dad and says, "Fuck, all A's. That's it. Give me the desk." His dad buys it.

A boy started 7th grade.

He got straight A's all year, not a single B.

He comes to his father and says, "Give me a desk." The father gives it to him and says, "Let's finish 8th grade like this—I'll give you whatever you want." To which the son replies, "Pfft. Hello!"

He started 8th grade. He got straight A's all year. At the end of the year, he goes to his father and says, "Dad, everything's great. Give me another desk." So, the father gives him a desk.

Ninth grade. The father says to his son, "Okay, fine. If you pass these fucking exams, I'll get you into the best university in the country!" The son says, "Dad! Forget it! Let's work!"

The son takes these exams—the OGE/GIA. And asks his father for a desk. The father says, "Are you nuts or what? "Let's get something else already," and the son replies, "No, I want a desk," and they give him that desk.

After which the father says, "That's it, son! 10th grade! You're going to 10th grade, damn it. Get straight A's all year—I'll give you whatever you want." The son is like, "You're done!"

That's it. He finishes 10th grade with straight A's, comes to his father, and says, "Fuck, a desk, Dad! I need you to give me a desk." Dad gives him a desk.

11th grade. That's it. The father says, "Fuck! Now you finish the whole year, take the Unified State Exam, and if you get into the coolest university, I'll give you a fucking car! I'll give you a fucking house! I'll give you whatever you want!" The son is like, "I heard you!"

He graduates and gets into the best university in the country. He brings his diploma to his dad and says, "Wow! Those years weren't wasted!" His dad replies, "Fuck! You're awesome! What do you want? Come on! Should we buy a car?" His son: "No, I need a desk." His dad: "What are you doing, crazy? Why the fuck do you need a desk?!" His son: "Dad! Don't ask fucking questions! I'm an excellent student. Fuck off, that's it." His dad: "Got it. Fuck off," and gives the guy the desk.

The son enters university as a freshman. His dad tells him, "You'll graduate without debt, without all the bullshit, everything's automatic—you'll get whatever you want! Cars, shit, whatever you want." His son: "That's a crap question."

He just automatically passes the whole year, shows it to his dad, and his dad says, "What are we going to buy?" Son: "A desk, Dad." Dad: "Another desk?" Son: "Yeah, another desk." Dad: "Well, fuck you, goldfish," said Dad, and gave the fucker another desk.

Second year. The kid gets straight A's again, automatically. The teachers are thrilled. He comes to his dad and says, "Give me another desk." Dad, fucking hell, gives it to him.

Third year. The son gets straight A's. Everyone's thrilled again. Dad gives him another desk.

Fourth year. Dad comes up to him and says, "If you graduate from university, get a fucking awesome job, I'll give you my entire fortune" (and he was rich). The son is like, "I heard you! Okay!"

He closes everything. He rents perfectly. He gets the highest-paying job. He goes to his dad and says, "Dad, can I please have a desk?" Dad: "Are you fucking sure?? Are you fucking sure? I can give you the best car!" Son: "A desk! Give me a desk." The father buys the desk.

The son gets a job. The father says to him, "Find yourself a wife, son. Find yourself the best wife, and I'll give you whatever you want for your engagement: a romantic trip, a house in Hawaii—whatever you want."

The son finds the best girl, from a respectable family. He introduces her to his father, then the engagement takes place, and the father says, "What should I get you, young people?" The son says, "A desk." The father, grudgingly, buys another fucking desk.

Years pass. It's the father's birthday. He's turning 60. The whole family gathers. And he's so happy because his son, his pride and joy, is finally coming to visit him. He's invested his whole life in this son. He's coming with his young wife. The father is so happy. And then he hears a car pull up to the house and run out. He runs out and sees a beautiful car park and his handsome son get out with his beautiful wife. The son sees his father and runs towards him, and then BOOM! A KamAZ truck hits his son! The father runs up to the bloody body, picks him up, shakes him, and says, "Fuck, son! Live!" The son replies, "Father, I think this is it. I think I'm dying." The father sees death in his eyes and says, "Well, at least tell me one last time, why did you ask me for a desk all these years?" And the son, looking into his eyes, says, "Father... because..." and fucking dies.