My Princess - LINGORM

14

The sun peeked through the curtains of my penthouse, casting a warm glow across the room. I had always loved mornings, the way the light filtered through, illuminating everything in a soft golden hue. But today was different; I felt a familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through me. It was the anticipation of a challenge, a battle against my own limitations.

I sat at my desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, ready to conquer the world of economics. After my last tutoring session with Ling, I had spent hours poring over the material, determined to grasp every concept she had outlined. I could still hear her voice echoing in my mind, her sharp criticisms and high expectations pushing me to be better.

"Economics isn't just about numbers, Orm. It's about understanding the world around you," she had said, her tone cool and professional. I admired that about her—her ability to break down complex ideas into digestible pieces.

I opened my textbook, flipping to the chapter we had focused on. Supply and demand. Price elasticity. Market structures. Each term had begun to take shape in my mind, no longer just words on a page. I leaned in, pen poised over my notebook, ready to jot down insights and formulas.

As I reviewed my notes, I recalled the moment Ling had explained the concept of supply and demand with such passion. "Imagine a world where people need a resource. If the supply is low and demand is high, what happens?" she had challenged me. I remembered the spark in her eyes, the way she commanded the room, making even the driest material come to life.

I scribbled notes, connecting the dots between theory and real-world applications. "Higher demand with lower supply leads to increased prices," I muttered to myself, nodding as I recalled her emphasis on practical examples. "Conversely, if supply exceeds demand, prices drop."

The hours slipped by, the sun shifting across the sky, and I found myself engrossed in the material. The more I studied, the more I felt like I was beginning to understand the economic landscape. I could picture the graphs, the shifts in demand curves, and the equilibrium points.

I had sent Ling a message earlier that morning, asking her if she could clarify a few concepts for me, hoping to get a quick response before I continued my study session. But deep down, I knew this was my responsibility. Ling had given me the tools; it was time to wield them effectively.

"Okay, Orm, focus," I whispered to myself, shaking off the distractions that threatened to pull me away from my work. I set my sights on the practice problems at the end of the chapter, a series of questions designed to test my comprehension of the material.

The first question was straightforward, requiring me to identify the effects of a shift in demand on market equilibrium. I took a deep breath, recalling how Ling had encouraged me to visualize the concepts. With determination, I sketched a quick graph, labeling the axes and plotting the initial equilibrium.

After some calculations, I felt a rush of accomplishment as I arrived at the correct answer. I grinned, jotting it down in my notebook. "One down, many to go," I said, the confidence building within me.

As I continued through the problems, I noticed my understanding deepening. I began to appreciate the elegance of economics, the way human behavior and market forces intertwined. It was like solving a complex puzzle, and I felt alive in the process. Each correct answer boosted my confidence, reinforcing the idea that I could excel in this subject if I put my mind to it.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, breaking my concentration. I glanced at the screen and saw a message from Ling.

Ling: "Good morning, Orm. Ready for the next session?"

My heart raced at the thought of our upcoming tutoring session. I quickly typed a response, eager to show her how much I had improved.

Orm: "Good morning! Yes, I've been studying a lot. I think I'm finally getting the hang of it!"

As I pressed send, a mix of excitement and nerves washed over me. I had always been competitive, but with Ling, it felt different. I wanted to impress her, to show her that I could be more than just a princess who struggled in her studies.

Ling replied almost immediately.

Ling: "That's good to hear. Remember, understanding the concepts is just the beginning. Let's see how well you can apply them."

A shiver of determination ran through me. I had to prove to her—and to myself—that I could do this.

With renewed focus, I turned back to my studies, diving deeper into the material. I dissected each concept, making connections and formulating my thoughts. The hours flew by as I lost myself in the work, fueled by the knowledge that I was getting closer to my goal.

Eventually, I took a break, leaning back in my chair and stretching my arms overhead. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my progress. I was learning, and with each passing moment, I felt more prepared for the challenges ahead.

As I prepared for our session, I knew that I had to keep pushing myself. Ling was a tough tutor, but her high expectations had ignited a fire within me. I was determined to rise to the occasion and show her that I was capable of mastering economics.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a twilight glow over the city. I stood by the window, looking out at the sprawling metropolis below. It was a beautiful sight, but my thoughts were consumed by the upcoming session with Ling.

Tonight, I would walk into that room with confidence, ready to tackle any question she threw my way. I wouldn't just be the princess who needed help; I would be a student willing to fight for her future.

With that resolve in mind, I took a deep breath, letting the weight of my ambition settle into my bones. This was just the beginning, and I was ready for whatever lay ahead.