Reflections on the elite education at a certain famous secondary school.
Curious about the connection between gentlemen raised in an elite system and ordinary people.
Is class something that emerges naturally, or is it imposed?
When money, status, age, and identity are set aside, can two young people from completely different worlds still admire one another?
Content warnings:
Chinese mixed with English (I got carried away on a whim and can’t be bothered to fix it. Corrections welcome.)
Sort of a teacher-student romance, but it doesn’t cross moral boundaries.
That’s all for now.
(Okay, I caught writer’s block for three days after starting. I’ll be back tomorrow.)
Theme: It wasn’t curiosity that drew me in, but the light you radiated
