Everyday Life With Jin-Su

It's the next day and I am feeling pretty happy. The sun is shining, there's not a single cloud in the sky and the fine dust report is a hit (meaning that it's the best Seoul has had for ages).

I eat my breakfast, slip on my uniform and fly out the door to the world...to find its mood just turned upside down and it's pouring donkeys.

Still, my mood is unaffected. Taking a clean umbrella, I stroll towards my school with a melody in mind.

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R I N G!

The bell has gone to say that it's time to go to class but it neddn't of said anything since I arrived approximately 3.1415926...

"Jin-Su?" A voice calls.

"Yes?" I beam, turning around to find Mr. Level.

"Is there only you here?"

"Uh, yes. I believe so."

"Well, if any other students than the class monitives come here, tell them to go to A-03, alright?" Mr. Level asks.

"Don't worry, I have everything under control." I extend my smile. I do not know what is wrong with me today. I'm just too happy!

"Ok then...Oh, also thank you for the souvenirs, the ones I asked you to get from Japan."

"It's fine. I didn't mind and plus, you're one of the best teachers who has taught me."

Mr. Level looks at me with astonishment.

"That really means a lot Jin-Su...and you're one of the best students I've taught."

"Aww."

I and Mr. Level look to the side. It's Ha-eun, Guseok and...the girl who recommended the name for the diary club (the one who had a crush on me when we were younger).

"Ah. Ha-eun, Guseok and YungMi. You've arrived just in time. Mr. Knuckles has asked you to create a stall for the upcoming festival. You have period one and two today, period four tomorrow and the whole day on Thursday to come up with a plan for the stall and what it's going to be. Next week, you'll create the accessories for the stall and after next week, you'll be carrying your stall out.

I hope you are able to come up with an innovative, environmentally-friendly and creative stall to entertain the students and staff. Got that?" Mr. Level recites the sentence as if he had learned it (which maybe he did).

We all nod in unison and at that Mr. Level nods and trots off to teach the rest of the class.

"Right! All the class monitives are here so we should get started." YungMi declares.

"You're a class monitive?" I and Guseok say.

"Yep. Mr. Knuckles assigned me the role this morning."

Aaaand my mood has fallen into the depths of moodiness...