So, I have only one class today. That is, Japanese Literature with Prof. Yamamoto. I’m so pissed. And he pissed me more. He gave us an assignment where we would create a story using Japanese language. What the heck?!.
I came back to my apartment. And found Uncle Sy reading today’s newspaper.
“Uncle, do you know someone who can tutor me ?”
“In what subject, my child?”
“That stupid Japanese language.”
“Lucky. I know someone.”
“Really? Who?”
“Reinohan.”
“What? Ok. No thanks.”
Then I got back at my apartment. I open my window. And start studying the book my friend gave me.
“o-hay-oo go-gozaimas-u” damn, this is hard, I tell you.
“o-geen-ki des-u k-aa?” this is even getting harder.
I say so many words. And practicing them. So later, I can write my assignment. Why in the world are we required to study Japanese? Oh my god.
So, I went to bed without eating anything. Because of so much studying of Japanese language. Before I go to school, I stop by 7-11 to buy some breakfast. And after that, I went to school.
So Calculus is my first subject. Well, I managed to follow the lessons.
Then next is the English literature, which was easy. Since I was already good in words. And I ran towards the cafeteria to buy coffee. Because my eyes are already falling. Not noticing that I left my bag. So I went to the classroom again. Thank God my bag is still there. And under my bag, there’s a note.
It says: “hey moron! You left your bag. Ha-ha. Good for you. : p” that stupid boy.
He’s really good in making me feel annoyed. I’m on my way home… when my cell phone suddenly rings. The number is not registered. I missed the call. Who can it be? Rei? No way. It’s not Rei. Oh I should stop thinking about this.
And I reached my apartment. Cook some ramen. Then opened my Japanese tutorial book. I’m still trying to understand it. Really. Then my phone rings again. Now, I didn’t miss it.
“hello?”
“who’s this?”
“where did you get my number?”
I blabber before he could open his mouth and talk.
Chapter 3 ended
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