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When I was a toddler, I got rejected from nursery school. From what I’ve heard from my mother, I was apparently too advanced in terms of education and wasn’t well suited to what they were teaching in classes. My parents tried other schools, but the outcome was still the same. So my father decided to take care of me in the primary stage of my formative years and homeschooled me until I finally got into school, at the age of five. Four years later, I was in fourth grade. It was an English exam, and I had to write an essay, choosing a topic from four options that were given. Three out of four options were something that I was familiar with, as I’d already practiced writing them many times. But then I chose the fourth option. And since life is never a movie, my essay suffered...