I used this semester's living expenses to rent a small room off-campus dedicated to storing the recyclables.
Initially, I only collected around the school.
During that time, I got a lot of disdainful looks.
Whenever the teaching assistant saw me, she would pinch her nose and avoid me.
"Wow, you're really following in your family's footsteps and collecting trash even at school. Erica, why are you even in college? Just focus on collecting junk."
I ignored her every time.
I knew that until I became strong, everything I did would be looked down upon.
My roommates also refused to share a room with me, claiming collecting recyclables was too dirty.
Juliette Hoover, the richest among them and the head girl, threw my things out of the dorm.
"Erica, you better not come back. We don't want to be laughed at for living with someone who collects trash. Besides, what if you bring back germs?"
In my past life, even though I didn't collect recyclables, they still ostracized me.
Especially Juliette and the teaching assistant, who openly plagiarized my designs, stole my thesis, grabbed my internship opportunities, and mocked me like a clown.