"Is a class exam the best way to test what we know?" I wondered aloud. It seemed like every time I asked my tutors questions, they got uncomfortable. I just wanted to let my brain run wild and explore all the cool things I could learn. But instead, I had to stick to what a primary school student was supposed to know. It was so boring!

Being the top student in class didn't excite me anymore. I needed to find a way out of this system before I ended up just like everyone else.

What if I could find a way to learn everything I wanted without being stuck in the boring school system?

First, I needed to figure out what I was really interested in. Was it science, history, or maybe something completely different? I grabbed a notebook and started writing down all the things I was curious about. The list grew longer and longer, and I felt a spark of excitement.

This is something that was far from the primary level of learning yet for some reason my whole being was attract to it. However I didn't know anything about this...

I didn't even know how it was called yet I felt it would bring me to the top of society and maybe even help me change this f**ked up learning system.

I needed to find resources. Books, websites, videos anything that could help me learn more about these topics on my mind. I knew I had to be sneaky about it, though. If my tutors or parents found out, they might try to stop me and this would be bad for me and my ambitions. So there was no way I'll write my main plane down. Nobody should know what I am doing or what I am planning. I needed a place to study. Somewhere quiet and private where I could dive into my new interests without interruptions. The attic seemed like the perfect spot. It was dusty and a bit creepy, but it was also quiet and hidden away. Nobody ever comes there anyways and nobody would think of looking for me there.

The attic was a mysterious place. It was at the very top of our house, and not many people went up there. The wooden stairs creaked with every step, and the door was old and heavy. When I pushed it open, a cloud of dust filled the air, making me sneeze.

Inside, the attic was dimly lit by a small window that let in just enough light to see. Old furniture, boxes, and forgotten treasures were scattered everywhere. There were old books with yellowed pages, a broken rocking chair, and even a dusty mirror that made the room look even spookier.

But to me, the attic was perfect. It was quiet and hidden away from everyone else. I found a small corner near the window where I could set up my study area. I brought up a small table, a comfy chair, and a lamp to brighten up the space. I also brought my notebook and all the resources I had gathered.

As I sat in my new study spot, I felt a sense of freedom. This was my own secret place where I could learn and explore anything I wanted. The attic, with all its dust and mystery, had become my sanctuary.