A personal memory from my days at the Kupiškis vocational school: discussing "Wrangler" Jeep models in the classroom with my classmate Aivaras
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I have vivid memories of my time training as a computer specialist at the Kupiškis Vocational School—specifically, from that first academic year. The entire first month—September—was consumed by attending classes for my new trade almost daily; I would commute to Kupiškis on the district bus in the morning and return home on another bus in the evening. Because of important choices I had made earlier in life, I didn't have to attend eleventh-grade classes alongside my vocational training; consequently, I often had free hours between lessons when I could do whatever I pleased. I would either head into town or wander the school corridors on my own. Some girls tried to show interest in me, but I was very selective about who I socialized with. If I recall correctly, my strict new informatics teacher, Kęstas, assigned different homework to the class: one type for those who already owned a desktop computer at home, and another for those who didn't. I remember being quite a rebellious student;
