A year before the end of last century I was exiled to a rural primary school about ten kilometers from my former middle school in our little town. At the time I was one of the victims who were thinned out as unnecessary employees. Before long most of my exiled colleagues were reinstated by all means. I was still in exile until the village school I had been sent to was closed last summer vacation. Its students were accepted by the Central School in the town and another village school nearby. I was left to guard the school with our chief. All my colleagues went to work at the Central School. I refused to go there with them for I knew I would have been assigned as doorkeeper. I thought it a humiliating job. Two months later my career as a guard  came to an end. I could choose to work at one of the three schools—two distant rural schools and the Central School. I decided to go to the Happiness School which combines a kindergarten and a primary school with a junior high school. I like the atmosphere there. I'm glad I made a right choice. I would not go to the Central School even if I were offered a teaching job. Although it's near my home, I hate to associate with so many arrogant superiors, disagreeable counterparts and noisy urchins. To see the throngs every day would get on my nerves.