I thought that my four years in college could be spent easily, but I didn't expect that BT's university would be the upper level of the 18th floor of hell; I thought that the three students in my dormitory were just literary and artistic freshmen, but I didn't want to fall into a wolf's den and never see the light of day again. Sad experiments, hard struggles, laughter and curses are all written into articles.
I won't have time to record the past days, but I don't want to miss the future days. I will use my pen to outline my college time, bit by bit, slowly.
I am so lucky to meet them in the most beautiful manner in my best years.