Lymphocytes and their love story

I usually sleep until lunch, but today my mom woke me up at 7 a.m. I got up and went to breakfast. Mom said that from this day on, I will go to a school for killer lymphocytes, because I am old enough for this and it should benefit me so that I can learn how to kill and finally decide who I will be in life. After breakfast, I went to school. It was the very first day and I was trying to find my group, but it was difficult, considering that I didn't know which group I was in. Many of the lymphocytes here besides me were already much higher than me and much older, but I came only for the first time and was very worried. Soon I found our head teacher. It was a thick lymphocyte from the group of oppressors. It was really scary to be around her. I went over to her. I read the name on the badge — Larisa Filippovna. After hesitating a bit, I turned to her with a question. Excuse me, Larisa Filippovna, I'm new here, do you know which group I'm in? Larisa Filippovna looked at me very menacingly, at first she arrogantly did not answer anything, then she nevertheless replied: You are in the third building, to the helpers, girl. It sounded very insulting and dismissive. I wonder if oppressors are always like this? I somehow found my third building. It was difficult to do this and I had to ask for directions and the lymphocytes studying here. Some of them looked at me very irritably. Apparently, all the oppressors will treat me like this at this school. Yeah, I see. Finally, when I got to my building, I saw a company of lymphocytes. "This must be my class," I thought, and walked up to them. — Hi guys! Aren't you helpers? I asked. — Well, yes, and what do you want? The other helper cells answered me rudely. I didn't understand what was going on at all. "What grade are you in, kid?" Someone from the group asked. "I'm from the helper class," I replied uncertainly. — Well, it's clear from the helpers — the same cell answered me. — We're all from the helpers here. 1st or 2nd? I hesitated. I have not heard about the division into the first or second ones at all — no-th-ing — Uh...… I do not know, I have never heard of such a thing. It's just my first time here, I don't know anything yet. I repeated, excited. While I was talking, I did not notice how some other cell whispered something in the ear of the lymphocyte with whom I was having a discussion. He was all twisted up and said with disgust: "The first one?" Well, go to your friends, there's nothing for you to rub around us. I left. This new school didn't seem friendly to me. I've only been here for the first day, and I've already been treated like this. What did I do to deserve it? Because I don't know the way to my office? And I still didn't know the way to the office. There were two doors in the relatively wide corridor, behind which the first and second classes were apparently located. I turned into the door that was on the right side, the logic was simple — if the company of second graders was closer to the left wall, then you need to go into the right one. However, the door was not an office, as I expected, but a spacious space with two more corridors beyond which there were even more doors. There was a lone lymphocyte at the entrance, he was even younger than me. Well, just a kid. It turns out that they teach such people here! Isn't this first class? I asked with complete sincerity? No, the second one, the lymphocytic replied to me and immediately ran off down the corridor. "Okay. They're weird," I thought, but of course I didn't catch up with him. I was in the wrong place anyway. I went out and entered the right door. Behind it, I was greeted by the same picture as behind that one, but now, knowing that this was at least exactly my building, I felt safe and somehow calmer. But I soon realized that I hadn't made the task so much easier for myself. At least now I was sure that I wouldn't encounter those feisty oppressor cells or second graders on my way. (hopefully). There were really a lot of doors. Of course, when I applied to this school, I knew that it was very big and there were a lot of cells studying in it, but of course I did not imagine that it was so many. Why, if