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"The university is really big hmm" My attention is drawn to my best friend's comment that as I move my luggage along the sidewalk towards the university's main entrance. I glance at the place's firmly built structure while grinning; after years of labour and sacrifice, I was finally able to enter. The ultimate goal of every student with academic potential is Seoul National University.
For only this, I lost my friend, I never went to a party, I never drank a drop of whisky, I never went on a trip, and I never even acquired a boyfriend. It's like I didn't only work hard; I also did everything that propelled me through life. My life is undoubtedly a dull myth or fairytale, but the difference is that it was truth, and I have begun to accept it for what it is.
"Hey! To the Earth. What exactly are you thinking?" Kaira adds, fighting to pull her baggage much like mine, it was certainly heavy in weight and the sun shining above our heads is draining the energy out of our bodies, but we only have one thing to do, and that is to get the key from the attendant and find the room.
"Not something interesting, though," I reply, pausing near the receptionist or attandance. "Excuse me, ma'am," kaira remarked, drawing her attention as I rummaged through my purse for my identity card, which I found in an instant. We got our key from her after showing it to her, and to be honest, I'm glad we just got single ones. I'm too exhausted to share it with anyone right now.
We ramble along the calm bustling hallway, seeing less students here and there. It's probably because we arrived during study hours. But it's not completely empty; there are a few people here and there, who may have bunked or aren't in class right now.
"What is your room number?" Kaira inquired whether and I went through the paper or say the map, that receptionist had handed us. "It's 332," I say, looking around as I can already see room 327. Maybe it's not that far. "My number is 457. God, we're not just far away, but it's also on the other side of the building. It'll most likely be a long-distance friendship." I giggled as I watched her compress her face in disappointment.
"Don't worry, love; we'll talk on Facetime." I, too, cracked a joke, getting a smack on the back of the head. She is, nevertheless, a strong taekwondo player. "Hit me and I'll die the next second, dumbo," I replied, sweeping my hand over my head to relieve some of the pain. She would not do it on purpose, but she has a flash of strength inside her that she cannot control.
"In any case, here it is. I should just start unpacking, as should you. Bye," I said as I unlocked the door with the key, and she waved goodbye and walked away, her large suitcase trailing after her. It was amusing to see her fumbling with her heels, but I'm not worried because I know she can run in those without being hurt. I have, however, cautioned her.
"Gosh. I should have asked him to help with everything since he was already volunteering." Sighing I sat in the bed, but coughed as soon as the dust filled the room, choking me. "They don't clean. It's too much for me to do it all by myself," I reasoned, before going to summon my brother for assistance. I know he'd decline because my everything-can-do ass refused his offer when he asked if I need him in anything earlier.
