Next morning, I feel pain from the beatings slowly concentrate on my legs as I suddenly wake up. The dorm supervisor wakes us up with his rod at 6:30 in the morning. While I fold my bed and brush my teeth, the supervisor rushes us and shouts, “Hurry up! Lazy bums!” We sloppily get ready and jog to the main school building.
Terrified, I step into the classroom and notice that a quarter of the class didn’t show up. I wait for the teacher, convincing myself that it won’t be the teacher from yesterday. I wait patiently as I hear footsteps approaching the classroom and suddenly, everyone stops chattering. The same teacher walks in. He glared at us with his angry face getting ready to force his lesson on us. The teacher concludes his lousy lecture and five pages of homework. I take out my notebook and start tackling the questions. A student approaches the infuriated teacher asking for help. “You don’t even know how to solve this?” He questions as if he were talking to a three year old. “Why are you even in my class?” he