3 p.m.- Finding Something to Do

"You still want to join them?"

"Well, I do take it seriously. As much as Mom hates the idea, this is what I want to do. Honestly, her calling me worthless means nothing."

"If you insist."

"I mean, you're just as passionate as I am. You just hate showing it, huh?"

"I guess so."

Mai and Juno read a flyer for a video game student organization during an MSC Open House event taking place on their campus. Amidst the multitude of students eager to find a second home of sorts, they debate on becoming members.

"I can't do crap with code or art. But I still want to contribute to the development process..."

"And what's your plan?"

"I write poems every now and then. Not that it matters."

"Poems, huh? Show me some! Look, there's a PC open."

"Please don't."

"Why not? I don't see any problem with it."

"I just... don't feel good enough. If I wrote a series of novels, short stories, or poems, I would still feel unworthy."

"I'm sure they'll get better. Trust me!"

"Okay, fine."

"The flyer says the meeting is at seven tonight. See you then?"

"Sure."

As the two part ways, Juno remained skeptical about the prospect of finding colleagues in student groups. Looking at his happy-go-lucky counterparts made him shake his head in apparent shame, as if he was rejected of a job opportunity even if he was qualified for it.

Juno then entered Rev's American Grill and found a desk to study for a creative writing quiz in one week. Flipping through notes on poetry mechanics and genres, his eyes scanned through topics in red highlighting like the scope of a sniper rifle looking for enemy targets. He began to speak to himself, showing disdain for what he's looking at.

"Why would Prof assign us so many readings without encouragement to write something inspired by them? He's been acting like this recently. Don't know why, and it's really annoying. I bet it's to discourage us from pursuing our paths using what we learned. I dunno what Mai's doing right now, but I bet she's irritated like I am."

Minutes after parting from Juno, Mai went to the basement of the Memorial Student Center and found an open computer to use. After taking the chair and got into position, she logged in and opened Google Chrome to check on her university e-mail.

"'I must cancel class tomorrow morning because there is a conference that I need to attend in Germany over the weekend. This homework is attached for all to download. Do not waste time on it...' 'Guess I have to do it anyway. This calculus crap's really boiling me as of late. But my career path is at stake, so I gotta push, push, push."

After one hour of intense analyzation of code-like formulas, a random girl walks towards Mai as if she detected suspicious activity.

"Hey, you!"

"Hm?"

"What do you think you're doing!?"

"Uh... doing my homework? Why is it a problem?"

"What do you mean, 'why'? You're supposed to work at a strip club with those melons of yours!"

"Not sure if you got the wrong person, or you're desperately trying to insult somebody to feel good. It's sad, either way."