It was a day of work, I could still remember as I have then written it in my diary. The last summer day, like any other days. The sun shone brightly and whispered: 'It's noon.' I went and washed the dishes, that before, were containing the different...

A typical day it was. The gate, covered with sky color, was opened widely as if it were inviting all the people to come inside. On my shoulder was a brownish strap that lifted a heavy weight, my right hand carrying a green case and a book. I passed...

Acknowledgements, praises... Do they not ensoul us? Of course they do. You see, every student dreams those beautiful words. "Excellent, aren't you?" Just those words, they hypnotize me, you, us, them. And the illusions of your tomorrow are an impetus...

Him? Oh, yes. We know him. He is an excellent student. A very magnificent, masked student who knows nothing but being vainglorious. You do not know that, for man is rather erratic. Yesterday, he was a good man, now he has done all what the evil has...

Such a mentality do I have for a very young age. But I do truly