School year of 2002-2003 was one if not the most significant experience in my so called life. It was the point of my life where I almost had to choose between life and death. I was in my third year of high school. And nevertheless my youth, I undergone through it.
             I had remarkably finished and passed first and second year of high school. This time, I had two more years-Third year and fourth year of high school.
             The third year of high school normally started on June back in my country. Probably during the first week or so. Well, as how it usually goes, I looked up for my class and found a list of all my classmates. Nothing quite interested me except for some classmates that I had since first year. Nonetheless, I entered that classroom with mixed emotions. I was feeling confident yet at the same time, terribly nervous. Always, the first day of school or maybe even the first week had been nerve-racking for me. I guess it was because I had no idea of what's going to happen. Of course, it wasn't only me, we were a lot. Maybe even everyone felt the same.
             Seemingly, as I went inside the class, everything was quite fine until I noticed that there were no seats left for me. My heart began pounding fast. I had always expected that things will be fine; but, it didn't. So, anyways, I went to the very back of the room and fortunately found a table with a chair. I got so relieved. I sat and fixed my things. After that, the teacher came in and as how any other first day of classes go, we introduced ourselves. "Hi! My name is Ivan, I'm 16 years old and I'm sensitive." Everyone giggled and/or laughed discreetly, and, I got so embarrassed. I was like, "What am I supposed to do? The teacher said say your name, age and one adjective that describes you most." And then I realized that being "sensitive" meant a lot of things. One thing is it meant being "girly" or something like ...