EPHEMERAL- LSK.NJH

safe&secure

January 10, 2006; Seoul

com·fort: a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint.

LSK

the epiphany of the sungkyung chronicles comes the horrible mishap of the insurance of making use of beautiful time since i know, better than anyone, there are definitely not enough hours in the day.

pulling at my hair frustratedly, i had met the ultimate realizational whiplash that school was fast approaching. with this sudden knowledge, i have made sure to make excellent use of my time for work, procrastinating being at the top of the list.

lazily, i look up at the time, 9:15 p.m., then horridly glance over to the mounds of untouched essays and papers i told myself i would later work on over the break. my head is met with the contact of my wooden desk, continuously banging it against the hard surface, hoping someone would be willing to do my misery for me.

i sit up and take a deep breath, resentfully pick up my pen and begin writing at the top left corner of the page,

Lee Sung Kyung

these teachers must have had a petrifying childhood trauma, a gory event happen to them in their past life to had made them hate us children to the extent of assigning homework? over the christmas holidays? crazy.

my mind wonders off to think about each teacher gathering, upholding an anti-children rally somewhere in the school's lair, snickering at the pain and agony they relentlessly give each student.

fully knowing this work will undoubtedly be a flop, my mind wonders off to a scene in homeroom. i am met with my teacher's lovingly annoyed face scanning the classroom to check off attendance and begin collecting work assigned during the break.

my hand shakes as i look at her poker-faced and hand her the last minute work, immediately resting my head on my desk internally mourning the mark that will later be given to me.

the scene pans out to show me located sitting at the very back corner of the classroom with no classmate beside me. as a matter of fact, no one is really around me either. my head lifts slowly and reads the faces of my peers, sneering and sharing inaudible comments directed at me. my heart begins to race and my body grows numb.

i look around to see my friends at the front looking at me with sorrow, but that emotion quickly wears off as they decide to join the rest of the class, judging me, hurting me.

why is this happening to me?

what have i ever done?

what do i ever do?

i drop my pencil as a cold sweat trickles its way down to the side of my face and register my surroundings.

ah, i went into my dark space, didn't i?