I don't know where to start.I listened to my little brother's crying voice, as if I had seen me when I was a child, sobbing like a child.I increasingly dislike this kind of education method, even though I went to college, I still couldn't escape the clutches. as a junior at the beginning of school, I still shed tears because my mother mocked me for not doing well in the middle school entrance examination.I feel a great irony. I thought I had escaped, but in fact, I have been in it all along.I hate this place, I hate everyone around me. They live for others, they live for face, and they fall into a strange circle called 'grades'.Even if I don't want to describe my current mood in Chinese, I can only use English because it provides me with a comfort. Familiar language reminds me of bad memories. I don't want to face it directly, so I have to put a layer of veil on it.