Seven Minutes After I Die

The Beginning of Everything

I woke up with the rays of sunlight gently filtering through my window, casting a warm glow across the room. I started my day with new hope and excitement. I have a plan to start a YouTube channel to record my life and motivate people through my memories. The very first video I uploaded on my YouTube channel, Anna's Journal, is about my family. The video that got many views is my room decor video—specifically, the self-decor video. It made me realize how much people are interested in self-decor projects.

I wanted to spend the day with my new friends at the hostel, which brought together people from various countries. It was such a pleasant experience to share the day with them. We discussed many things, and the conversation lasted all night. The next day was my very first day at Oxford.

I woke up early in the morning; in fact, I had slept for only a few hours. It was time to be in my dreamland, I mean, my Real Dream Land. Today, I was very cautious about my dressing sense. I made sure everything was perfect. I wore a beige top with a pair of white pants. It was time to lock the indoor and open the outdoor. Some of my friends told me to wait for them, but I, independent Anna, decided to reach there alone. So, I made my way alone to Oxford. I keenly observed everything around me. I keenly observed myself too because I wanted to notice the progress I had made.

I used to write everything in my journal, which is what brought me here. Because I analyzed myself each day and rectified my faults. Self-analysis is the only thing that makes you. The progress of oneself can only be measured by your journal. Life is absolutely about making mistakes and learning from them. I learned this wisely.

I booked an Oxford Tube to reach Oxford and am now waiting at the bus stand. Like me, many people are waiting for the Tube. They smiled at me, and I smiled back and said hi.

"Hello! Are you a student from Oxford too?" one of them asked.

"Yeah!" I said."

"Hope you are a native here," she said.

"Nope. I'm from Indonesia, and now I'm here for my studies," I replied.

"That's great," she said.

We discussed a few more things about schooling, our expectations, and our determination to be in Oxford. With a lot of expectations, I stepped onto the Oxford Tube. It starts