Between birth and dead

It's 9.30am. Whilst my head is wishing for more sleep, I am staring at the computer screen. This is supposed to be English class, but it feels more and more like mindless web-surfing. How the hell can there be such a big contrast between my former school and this one?

The level of education here is saddening. It's been a month and a half since I started. I remember the first English class, our teacher went over the pronuncation of the English alphabet. It ended in me in rebel mode. ...