جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 8

When I stepped into the lecture hall again the next day, all of the students turned to glare at me—some in disgust, some in content, and some with suppressed anger.There was a pop quiz this morning. I looked up and saw sunlight streaming in through the window. However, most of that sunlight was blocked by Ariel, who was sitting right by the window.I picked up my water bottle, aimed it at the back of her chair, and threw it with all my might.Ariel screamed in shock and turned around at once. "Shawn Larson! What do you think you're doing?"I leaned back casually in my seat and crossed a leg over the other, pointing at the window."You're blocking my light. I can't take the quiz with your big head in the way. Scoot over to the left and get lost!"A male classmate shot to his feet. "You're going too far, Shawn!"I turned around to look at him. "And what does any of this have to do with you? What, is she your mom or something? Why are you so worked up about it?"Or, are you mad b

Mom screamed. "Are you out of your mind? What do you think you're saying!"She lunged at me, desperately pressing my hands down."No, he didn't, officer! He's just a child! He doesn't know anything at all! It was that professor's fault for being weak. It's got nothing to do with my son at all!"My son still needs to go abroad! He's an international genius! He can't possibly go to jail for this!"I ignored her and looked into the officer's eyes again, making my words clear."Arrest me, please."…Mr. Jefferson was rushed to the hospital. Meanwhile, I was taken into custody at the police station.I spoke calmly during their interrogation."You don't have to question me anymore, officer. I'll confess to everything."I publicly insulted a full professor. I verbally sexually harassed a female classmate, I disrupted public order, and caused a negative social impact on the community."Kindly expel me from the university and then sentence me to jail. Don't let me ever go out on bail

I temporarily moved in with Mr. Jefferson.He was very highly respected in his field, but he lived a simple life in a simple home. The only thing astonishing about it was that it was piled from floor to ceiling with hundreds of thousands of books.The first night, I sat on the bed in the guest room, too afraid to go to sleep.There was no one watching me solve math problems. There was no one telling me when to eat and when to use the toilet. There was no one standing at the door watching me like I was a prisoner.This freedom felt like a heavy rock smashing down against my body, and suddenly, I didn't know how to breathe anymore.…Meanwhile, the world outside seemed to have turned upside-down.Mom had a full mental breakdown after learning that Mr. Jefferson had taken me away. She called me 47 times and sent me almost 1000 text messages.At first, all of her text messages sounded worried as she asked me, "Where are you?", "Answer my calls!", and "I'm worried sick about you."

Indeed, Mom hadn't bought a single new piece of clothing in the last 17 years. She rarely ever took me shopping.Each time, she would stare at the clothes for a very long time before turning to me and saying, "Never mind. I won't buy it. The money needs to be saved for your tuition."Then, she would hold my hand and tell me repeatedly that she would give up anything for me.She also really hadn't eaten a decent meal in as long as I could remember.Every time, she would make sure that I ate like a king, while she ate only the scraps and leftovers after my meal.But it wasn't like we came from a poor household in the first place.Yet, every day, she would say things like, "I'm counting on you for the rest of my life", or "Everything I did would be in vain if you don't amount to something", or "What's the point of me living if you can't even do well in your exams?"She made me feel like I was the one who owed her a good life. Her happiness was my responsibility, and her suffering w