Следующий рассказ из моего сборника юмористических рассказов.) I love my school I love my school. I enjoy walking near it with the thought that I do not have to visit it again. Never. I will never take my cheap shoes which are called “smenka”, which were laughed at by my classmates. I feel safe when I walk near it now. I did not feel safe twenty years ago. Because when it was warm, boys used to throw scissors or other dangerous things at me. When it was cold, they used to throw ice-balls, pointing at my head. My self-esteem is ok now. But it was very low when I studied at school. Some teachers wanted to give me a lower mark even when they knew that I had "A" mark for other subjects. Physical training teacher asked me to jump better. But I could not. Biology teacher left me alone with a skeleton to find some bones. I did not want to touch a dead man. At the moment I am against diets and relate to my body with respect. When I was at sch