School had started, and I was about to begin high school. Within at most a month, I would definitely return home. Before school started, I told my family dozens of times that I would drop out, but they still didn’t understand how determined I was, and like everyone else, they thought I would eventually fail and betray my own spirit.
On the first day of school, a thought suddenly came to my mind: what was the real difference between the best school and the worst school? My plan was to stay for a while in the school I was currently in, analyze the people, see what kind of individuals they were, then go to the school everyone called the worst and analyze the people there as well to find the real difference. In the end, I would drop out completely and return home.
It was my first day in the top high school, and there were about 120 new students, divided into around 5-6 classes. In the first lesson, our homeroom teacher showed us around the school. At one point, the teacher gathered everyone and told us to throw a ball made of paper into the air, pass it to each other, and say our names while doing it. In that moment, I felt like a child who had just come to kindergarten
