No day was easier than the next. Every day was the same routine. I always raised my hand to answer a question, most of the time I got it correct. Then our home base teacher would give us our classwork and my classmates would ask to copy off of me.
Some would talk to me as if I were actually a person with feelings. But just as soon as I trusted them, they would go and talk shit about me in the hallway. Boy was I dumb.