I left my country, Cuba, at age 13 and went Mexico. My "family" there put me in a boarding school without any free days. 1/2 a day on mother's day and 1/2 a day on father's day. A two hour visit on Sundays. They went every other weekend.

I was the only Cuban, hell, the only foreigner among 750 Mexican "students".
I had to prove myself so many times, that at the end, I fought laughing. And got good at it. Fought with a couple of teachers too. You wouldn't get in trouble for that. Only problem was that they were stronger.

I finally made top 5 of the worse of the worst. And the pressure went down. I had to kick or push people, just to maintain respect.

Was I a "bad" kid, yes, they turn me into one. This system of "teaching" only lasted for the four years I was in it.