In the second week, I started at the school known as the worst one. My presence there caused a debate among the teachers, and they even held a meeting about it. I took my place and began my first day. My family knew about this and reacted a lot. There were only 9 people in my class and 75 students in the entire school – meaning there were fewer students in the whole school than the number of new students in the previous one.
The school had no problems at all; food, water, dormitory – all of these were much better than my first school. People had spoken so badly about that school that they had unknowingly created a treasure.The biggest problem was that the students there couldn’t see that treasure at all. When I entered the dormitory, it felt like stepping into an animal farm, but saying that “would be disrespectful to the animals.” I stayed there for about two weeks, and the final day before dropping out completely had arrived. I was excited and nervous because I was about to bring one of my hardest and most important thoughts to life. The students there kept looking at me with confused expressions and asking, “Why are you dropping out?” But despite everything, I left the school and entered real life.
