Back on track Back to my adolescence, my family experienced a stubborn teenager who disobeyed every single teaching that could prevent him from going astray. For most young people, this transition period might be the golden opportunity to quickly wake up to their error. I forwent the only chance to take the high school entrance examination, which is called ’Zhong Kao’ in Chinese, without any notification. My desperate father ultimately acquiesced my ridiculous decision. I jumped for delight, I hailed my success, I soon realized my idle lifestyle gave me nothing but depression. My mother decided to send me to a vocational school for hairstyle cramming. It was not too long before I had worked as a hairdresser’s assistant. I endured scold and complaint from shop manager and customers. The longing for getting back to school contradicted the freedom from the deep of my heart. As I repented my rebellion might be detrimental to my lifelong career path, I determined to continue my education. Ever since that time when I made decisions, I have always considered the possibility of leading me to the disastrous road.