Geek's Obsession

Day 1

September is the back to school month during the autumn term. It was also the time for new students from all years to join other schools. Secondary school had just became a new thing, so the majority of new students were those either starting in year 7 (11 to 12 year olds) or year 9 (13 to 14 year olds). This meant new friends, groups, teachers, classes, peers and environment. Students were either super excited or afraid and Seung Jaesung Lee was definitely afraid, anxious and maybe paranoid.

Seung Jaesung Lee, best known as Jaesung Seung-Lee or Jason Lee -outside of Korea-, was still fairly new to England, he moved to Britain around five months ago from now. His English sounded thickly foreign, however he understood it as if he was a native and maybe even better than the natives themselves. He hadn't been to a single school in England before, so this was interesting to him also. The fact he had to go public school saddened him. He knew that the students more so in public schools than private schools were more 'savage', abrupt and careless. He had done his research about everything he needed to know about this foreign land, the people, schools and everything else. Also the academic side of things, he knew if he went to private or even a boarding he could go faster with his learning. However, his family came over to Britain a little blind sighted, not truly evaluating the costs of everything, which meant their son was not able to attend a better education-giving school.

Scholarship?

He could get into a good private or boarding school with a academic or music scholarship, however the country has a policy that you have to be born from this country to trial a scholarship. If you weren't born in England or been in Britain for ten years you'd have to pay for this kind of education. It's sad, but surely public school in England can be that bad, he thought.

On the bright side at least the hours at school weren't as long as the Korean schools. However the levels of discipline haven't changed at all.

Some may think it's strict parenting, but Jaesung had not a single gadget of his own. His entertainment was books, playing piano and occasionally watching TV, which was allowed on the weekends only. Even if it was a school holiday of some sort he was only allowed to watch TV on the weekends. Most of his time was spent studying, even though his environment is different and he doesn't have to fight hard to be at the top, he still does it because of routine and the fear he has of his parents.

Jaesung took a deep breath before entering the school gates. There was a flood of pupils from a variety of ethnic backgrounds, heights and sizes. The one thing they shared in common was the smartly dressed uniform alongside with the neat hairdos. Jaesung, who was starting year 9 had no clue where to go. School hadn't started yet and he was fifteen minutes early. He followed the trail of pupils, before they all dispersed in all directions. We stood there and thought, where's the reception? He wandered around for a while before he saw a big building and sign that said 'RECEPTION this way->' and so he followed.

Once he reached the desk he pressed the bell to alert the receptionist. She was old and had blondish/grey, curly hair. Her skin looked sagged and wrinkly and that's something he's noticed about fairer skinned people from England, in particular. He thought maybe it was his own arrogance, or it was true due to how the majority don't use lots of skincare products. He knew that some of the products commonly advertised and used in this country had certain chemicals that dried out your skin, making you more prone to wrinkles at a quicker rate.

"Good morning boy, how can I help?" She smiled, showing her neat, but yellowish blackish teeth.

She must smoke, he thought to himself. He looked at her hands and at her nails, but they were painted red, which prevented his investigation on his presumption. He looked to her lips to see if there was any tight wrinkles around them, because most long time smokers do. And to his luck she did. He did this to himself to prove that he wasn't a 'racist'.