The phrase of the first day of January was left behind a random passenger who met me at 10 a.m. on the street. I go from friends home to sleep, behind my back a backpack of 70 liters filled with all kinds of New Year's food, a man asks to smoke and, looking at the backpack, gives:
What are you from school?

And the point is not that I am currently in the fifth grade of the institute.