"Grandpa, what are human rights?”, “The most delicate issue for discussion, sweetheart!” he dreamed that he would answer his grandchild. “To be a grandfather, although, you should really try to have good grades in school, first.” His mind brought him back to reality. “You’re right.”, he said. “Yes, but you’re not gonna achieve it if you keep talking back to that teacher on whom your grade depends ... ", his logic tickled him. “But I'm just expressing my opinion!". Perhaps, he could do it in a less ironic way. Rarely would he take a break after class without arguing with that teacher, because they had different opinions. “Don’t we have democracy? I guess freedom of expression flees from ‘planet school’….”.

The truth is that he was very reactive. He accepted nothing. “Don’t pay her any mind. Let her be!” his desk partner advised him. He didn’t listen. After all, as the wise people say, "jealousy, anger, and best friends can prove to be bad advisers."

“That’s it!” shouted at her today. “I have the right to express my opinion!” “No you don’t, when you have no idea what you’re saying!” she responded, “You will listen what I’m going to say about the right of the freedom of the speech, first, and then you can raise your hand in order to talk!”. “If I ever be a grandpa,” thought aggravated, “I’ll tell my grandchild not to bother arguing with their teachers.”