In all my observations, I saw that everything was shaped by the wrong beliefs of society. The school they called the worst was actually the best one, but society believed it was the worst, so they treated it like a zoo. And the so-called best school had the most weak-willed students because they believed their school was the best and accepted everything as it was. Through all of this, I formed the biggest thought of my life: “Never accept everything as it is, because what is right for everyone else might be wrong for you.”I had set off for home, never to return to school again.
Hundreds of scenarios were racing through my mind. I knew damn well they would try to force me back, but I kept repeating the promise I made to myself: “This is my life, my will, my decisions. I swear to myself: I will never go back on this decision.” Finally I got home. I went straight to my room and started working; I didn’t want to fight with everyone right away, so I waited until evening. And eventually evening came. Everyone in the house already knew I was back. My father was furious. The first thing he said was: “Get ready, tomorrow you’re going back to school.” I stubbornly told him I wasn’t going, that I had different plans.
Everyone kept giving me the same advice: “You can still follow your plans while staying in school.” To me that was the dumbest advice I’d ever heard in my life, because I knew school would never give me the freedom I actually wanted.
