It was raining, and the clouds were shining in gray. The squelching sound of my footsteps collided with the rain's pattering droplets as I looked down the road, feeling unsure. While I held my backpack as striking my way home, the rain showers kept slipping on my skin. I didn't bring an umbrella, but I wasn't worried about my health. I am used to bathing myself in the rain.

I was going home this time from school. The atmosphere was dead in there. It doesn't feel like a learning environment.

The classrooms were small. The students were little, and the environment was far from being innovative.

The road became narrower...