Education at Corners! chapter I

Chapter I

To become someone, to be able to do many things…we may not have done many, but at least we have done something.

To study hard, to achieve our goals…we may have fell down, but we never called ourselves failures, because we stood up and continued…

To listen rather than to hear, to observe and reach a conclusion…we have fought, but who would’ve thought that at the corners of our classroom, education stepped out of the shadow…

“Uh, yes, I forgot about time. Oh, it’s getting dark outside. I’m supposed to go home right now. My parents must be worried about me…uh, I already told them I’ll be late for my last lecture at 8pm. Ah, right, we’re having extra lecture today. What day is it today?”

“Are you sure you haven’t sipped a little whine yesterday?”

“I might have….”

“We better go see a doctor on our way home!”

“What a splendid idea!”

“Hey, Some? Here.”

25 years old young lady! Weighted neither as heavy as the white board, nor as light as the chalk, round face, eyes which reflected the pure color of the blue sky, long wavy blue hair that stretches a little passed the shoulder, and being called as Some, which didn’t last for long…was the me back then.

On that day, which I forgot what day it was, I attended university although I never wished to, but due to mother circumstances, about losing future and such, I was forced to. Even though I had the habit to wake up early and gaze at the blue sky and birds chirping on the branches of old big trees that shaded my roof alongside part of my bedroom and half of the window. I enjoyed most of the time just by remaining there, my secret and favorite place, where most of my memories lied.

Ah, yes, I forgot that university had absorbed half of my life. There, I could barely understand the worth of wasting my precious time for something called education. Yeah, it was for a short period and then I began a new journey…a long journey to find an epiphany…

In class, my classmates were fond of passing piece of papers to each other. Mostly they were lovely lyrics, new information, rumors spreading around, a small chit chat, criticism, and such wonderful matters. A poke came from behind. I turned to face the criminal…

“Heh, for me? From who?”

“You like to ask a lot. Read it and you’ll figure out.”

She reached her hand with a piece of paper she held with two fingers. I took it, turned front, looked at my friend sitting beside me, picked up a pen in preparation to reply and finally opened it. It was flipped neatly and made with effort.

‘Don’t talk too much with her! Concentrate on the lecture!’

“Ah, an advise, huh?”

“Hmm?” the girl beside me meekly questioned.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Concentrate on the lecture, please!”

I could guess the person who wrote it from the clear and beautiful handwriting. Mon chou, a determined 21 years old student, specialized in medicine, with dazzling greenish eyes and brown curly hair. She was always the cheerful one, one who would smile and comfort others with her smile which had no lies, but only warmth and comfort…

In specific classes, we tend to gather in one large classroom. All the students of various specializations attend the lecture. Either there, or at each and every lunch break, I could meet her and have a nice chat with her. Other than that, we exchange messages through our mobiles.

After the class has ended, we prepared to bide a farewell. It was almost sundown.

“Now shall we get going now?” she asked me putting a gentle suspicious grin on her face.

“Hopefully I’ll get home safely…” I replied.

My life with daisuke tome was filled with happiness. She was a loyal and sincere friend with a good heart that welcomed the wounded ones which needed healing despite their age or class differences not even strong bond could get in her way of aiding. She often uses some sort of a pin keeping her hair together which emitted nostalgic feelings that eased all my troubles. Whenever she talked, she throws me off. She was like a big sister for me, whom I vowed to treasure for eternity.