Days at the boarding school blurred into one another, stretching into three endless years.
Like a faceless ghost, I buried myself in textbooks and endless exam papers, drifting aimlessly through every passing day.
Upon finishing the SAT, I ranked among the top ten across the entire state and earned admission to one of the nation's most prestigious universities.
Glee filled the dormitory the moment the acceptance letters arrived.
Roommates dialed their families at once, voices bubbling with excitement as they shared the good news.
Warm laughter drifted over the phone lines, brimming with parental pride and contentment.
Clutching my own gilded admission envelope, I stood by the dormitory window for a long while. Eventually, I walked down to the public payphone on the ground floor.
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