Summer—just the word itself was enough to stir excitement in every high schooler's heart. After months buried in textbooks and enduring endless lectures from overly strict teachers, freedom finally arrived. No more rushing to classes or listening to lessons we barely cared about. Instead, we could do whatever we pleased—spend lazy afternoons with friends, get lost in a good book, play video games until dawn, or simply sleep the days away in the comfort of our rooms.
It feels strange to admit, but this year's summer has been unusually dull. The more time I spend at home, the stronger the feeling of burnout grows, as if the walls themselves are pressing in on me. Yet, in a quiet way, this solitude feels better than last year's summer. Looking back now, as my final year of high school draws to a close, I can see how far I've come—how much I've changed. I'm not the same person I was before; I've grown, little by little, into someone stronger, calmer, and perhaps a bit wiser than the version of myself from the year before.
All those thoughts come to mind now, just as summer fades into memory. College has arrived—another chapter, another stretch of years devoted to learning. Yet this time, it feels different. High school and college are worlds apart; freedom comes with weight, and the lessons reach far beyond the classroom. It's more demanding, more real—a glimpse into the life waiting beyond the walls of school. Still, every challenge feels like a step forward, a stride closer to the future I've been dreaming of.
I woke up early—five o'clock in the morning—with my body lying flat, eyes fixed on the ceiling as always. Yet this time, there was a quiet sense of relief within me. I lifted my right hand toward the ceiling, studying it in the pale light. No heavy thoughts clouded my mind. No worries, no weight pressing on my chest. Just peace.
This is my hand, I thought. You're doing great, self.
My name is Joshua Montaro. I'm eighteen years old, and like everyone else, I live an ordinary life in this ever-moving world. What could possibly go wrong?
Outside, the first rays of sunlight crept across the horizon. I got up, fixed my bed, and headed to the bathroom. The cool water washed away the last traces of sleep, leaving me fresh and awake. Pulling on my new college uniform, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but smile. There was something about wearing it—something that made me feel different, proud even. After all, this university wasn't just any school; it was the most prestigious one in the province.
After packing my things for the first day of college, I made my way to the small kitchen table and began preparing my own breakfast. Adulthood, I realized, truly was something remarkable. Living alone gave me a kind of freedom I'd never known before. I grew up in a family that deeply cared for their children, always guiding and protecting us—but over time, I learned to stand on my own. It's not that I've become distant or ungrateful; in fact, I'm thankful for them, for helping me become the person I am now—more mature, more independent.
Today's breakfast was simple: buttered toast and slightly crisp bacon. The aroma of butter filled the air, rich and comforting, making my stomach flutter with hunger. As I bit into the toast, the flavor melted across my tongue, warm and golden. The bacon followed—salty, crunchy, perfect. I finished my meal with a glass of cold water, feeling content and ready to face the day. That satisfying breakfast was my small reminder that things were off to a good start.
I slipped my laptop into my bag and did a quick check around the room. Lights off, appliances unplugged—electricity costs could be brutal, and I had to learn to be frugal.
My apartment, rented by my family, was just a short walk from the university. The morning air would be cool and fresh—a nice bit of exercise before class, and the perfect way to begin this new chapter of my life.
"Today is going to be a good day."
I murmured those words to myself as I stepped out of my flat and made my way down the stairs to the ground floor. For a moment, I paused and glanced around the building I now called home. It struck me how much I had grown—how natural it now felt to live like this, on my own.
So this is what it feels like to be a college student, I thought, a faint smile forming on my lips. Taking a deep breath, I faced forward and began walking toward my destination. Just for today, I told myself, let's make it a fantastic first day of college.
The streets were alive with movement. As I walked toward the university, I noticed a few familiar people among the crowd, wearing the same uniform as mine—students who, like me, were on their way to begin another chapter of their lives. Some might become my classmates, others just passersby I'd never speak to. Still, the thought of it all stirred something inside me—a mix of excitement and unease. College was vast, unpredictable, and so different from high school. The possibilities thrilled me, but the uncertainty made my thoughts race.
Cars rushed past on the wide highway, the sound of engines blending with the morning bustle. As I crossed the pedestrian lane, I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in a car's window—just a boy in a crisp new uniform, standing in the middle of a city that suddenly felt both immense and full of promise. For the first time, I truly felt it. Yeah... I really am a city boy now.
My hair had grown a little longer—thicker, too. Back in high school, that would've been a problem. The strict dress codes demanded neat, short hair, as if a few extra strands could somehow affect our grades. But here in college, no one cared about that. No teachers barking about "proper grooming," no rules about how you should look to learn. This—this—was what I called a mature education system. One that believed appearance didn't define a student's worth, that real growth depended on our goals and drive.
I ran a hand through my hair, smiling a little. The bangs that fell over my forehead framed my face like a curtain, and honestly, I liked it this way. It felt... more like me.
Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice the traffic light turning red. The cars slowed to a stop, engines humming softly as the pedestrian signal flicked green. I stepped forward, crossing the wide street with the morning breeze brushing against my face.
And there it was—Aurelius Integrated University. The name gleamed proudly on the massive sign by the gate. One of the most prestigious universities in the province, famous for its high passing rates and beautiful campus views. Seeing it up close sent a rush of awe through me.
When I first enrolled, I wasn't particularly excited. My only goal back then was simple: study hard, finish my degree, and move on. But standing here now, beneath the bright sky and surrounded by the buzz of new beginnings, I couldn't help but feel something stirring inside me. Maybe it was excitement—or maybe the realization that this was it. A new world. A chance to step beyond the familiar walls of high school and finally discover who I could become.
That drive to learn—that desire to grow—was what led me here, to this remarkable university. And now that I'm finally standing before its gates, I can't help but feel a spark of anticipation for what's to come. My new college life begins today.
Back to the present. With my freshly issued student ID hanging from its sling and my uniform perfectly in place, I finally looked the part—a true student of Aurelius Integrated University. An Aurelian, as they proudly called us.
I stood at the entrance, heart pounding, staring up at the towering gate. As I took my first step forward, I tightened my grip on the ID strap, catching sight of the sleek scanner by the doorway. It was time to make it official.
"Scan your student ID, fine sir," the security guard instructed politely.
I nodded and swiped my ID over the scanner. The machine beeped softly, and a screen beside it flashed to life, displaying my photo and details:
Joshua Jake Montaro – Enrolled,
Program: Computer Science 1-B
"Welcome to Aurelius Integrated University, Mr. Montaro," the guard greeted with a friendly smile, his voice carrying a hint of pride.
He gave me a quick once-over to check my uniform before inspecting my bag. The procedure was strict but fair—Aurelius prided itself on discipline and cleanliness. No plastics, no litter, no unnecessary waste. The campus valued an eco-friendly environment, and even from the gate, I could already feel it—the air was fresh, the surroundings vibrant, the whole place alive with purpose.
As the morning breeze brushed past me, I couldn't help but breathe it in. The wind carried something almost symbolic—freedom, perhaps.
That's Aurelius for you.
I kept moving forward, each step echoing faintly against the paved walkway. Just as I was about to step beneath the shade cast by the campus trees, a sudden burst of light flashed before my eyes—bright and disorienting. I blinked rapidly, and when my vision finally cleared, the sight before me made me stop in awe.
The vast university grounds stretched out ahead, alive with color and energy. Upperclassmen lined the path leading toward the grand Finstel Hall, their voices rising above the morning chatter. All around me, my fellow first-year students moved in a steady stream, eyes wide with the same mixture of excitement and nervousness that I felt.
"Hello! Freshies!"
"Welcome to Aurelius, first years!"
"Hey there! Welcome to campus!"
"There are so many cute juniors this year—oh my god!"
"Let's all get along, freshies!"
Their cheers and laughter filled the air, wrapping the entire scene in a warm, festive atmosphere. For a moment, I just stood there, letting it all sink in—the noise, the smiles, the overwhelming sense that something new and extraordinary was about to begin.
I couldn't help but admire their energy. The seniors' enthusiasm was infectious—a perfect way to welcome us freshmen and spark excitement for what lay ahead in our college journey. Their cheers, their warm smiles, and the genuine pride they carried as Aurelians made the whole experience feel... alive.
As I walked through the path lined with upperclassmen, their encouragement echoed around me, each word filled with kindness and school spirit. Before I knew it, a smile had already found its way to my face.
I kept moving forward, the crowd of freshmen slowly flowing toward the towering Finstel Hall—our new academic space. The structure rose high into the sky, seven stories of classrooms and corridors waiting to be explored. It stood as a symbol of the new life that awaited us within these walls.
They said the university had several buildings spread across the campus, each with its own purpose and charm. I'd only seen a glimpse so far, but one thing was certain—my journey through this vast and remarkable university was only just beginning.
1.1
I am Joshua Montaro, Computer Science 1-B. Right now, I'm standing on the fourth floor of the Finstel Hall, just a few steps away from my first class. My hands are trembling, my stomach twisting with nerves. First impressions matter, I reminded myself—and that thought alone made my anxiety spike.
"Should I greet everyone cheerfully when I open the door? Or... should I just slip in quietly and find a seat?" I muttered under my breath.
All I wanted was to be a normal college student—not someone who draws attention, not someone chasing perfection, and definitely not the one who embarrasses himself on day one. Just an average guy trying to fit into this new world.
My hand reached slowly for the doorknob. I could already picture it—the eyes of my new classmates turning toward me the moment I stepped inside. Just as my fingers brushed the handle, a loud clang! echoed behind me.
I flinched and turned around. A student had dropped a stainless tumbler, the sound bouncing through the hallway and grabbing everyone's attention—including mine.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. If I had opened the door at that exact moment, my new classmates would've seen my startled face—and that would've been mortifying.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second. Maybe it was better to wait, calm down, and walk in like nothing happened. Alright, Joshua, I told myself. You've got this.
"Why the hell are you overthinking this?" I scolded myself silently. "Be strong, stand tall. Don't act like a coward. It's just a normal day, you're just a normal student. Nothing more, nothing less."
I took another deep breath, ready to push open the door—when suddenly, a face appeared right beside mine.
I froze. My eyes widened, and before I could stop myself, I let out a startled yell and stumbled backward.
What... the hell is that?!
The guy in front of me didn't even flinch. He stood there with a calm expression, as if scaring people was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe he wasn't creepy by nature—but anyone who suddenly leaned that close without warning was definitely unsettling.
"Hey," he said casually, tilting his head. "Is this the classroom for Computer Science 1-B? F-405? I think this is our first period, right? I got kind of lost."
I blinked. Computer Science 1-B? So he was a classmate after all. The tension in my chest eased instantly, replaced by a quiet relief. Not because I was glad to meet someone familiar—but because, somehow, his cluelessness made me feel less alone.
I couldn't help but sigh and glance at the big, bold sign right above the door that says "F-405". "The room name's literally written there," I thought to myself. How did he even miss that?
I greeted him with a handshake.
"I'm Joshua Montaro. Nice to meet you, I'll be one of your classmates for these upcoming days of college." I said to him,
He returned the handshake and said to me...
"Nice to meet you as well, my name is Marc. Marc Alledo. Looking forward to being your classmate."
Maybe he wasn't that creepy after all. It was probably just my overactive imagination jumping to wild conclusions again. Having him around actually made things easier—we could enter the classroom together. No need to worry so much about first impressions anymore. I decided to just go with the flow, letting time carry the rest for me and this guy—Marc Alledo.
"So, this is the classroom, right?" Marc asked.
A short pause lingered between us before I replied softly, "Yeah."
We stepped inside, greeted by the low hum of chatter and shuffling bags. A handful of students were already there—twelve, by my quick count. Adding the two of us made fourteen. The air felt a little empty, like the calm before the real buzz of college life kicked in.
Every head turned toward us the moment we entered. I wasn't a mind reader, but I could tell they were sizing us up just as I was doing the same. So these are my new classmates...
Some offered polite smiles before going back to their phones; others just stared for a moment, curious. I exhaled quietly, a small wave of relief washing over me. Marc found a seat near the middle, and I followed him, deciding to stick with the only familiar face I had for now.
Then—
"Hey!"
A cheerful voice came from behind us. Marc and I turned around to see a girl standing there, her smile bright and full of energy. Something about her presence lifted the whole mood of the room.
"Hello? Do you need something?" I asked, curiosity sparking in my voice.
"I am Kairi! Kairi Garcia! Am I disturbing you guys?" That one female classmate behind us said that.
Behind us stood Kairi Garcia, her bright, energetic presence impossible to ignore. She had that kind of aura that instantly filled the space—bubbly, confident, and eager to talk. It seemed like she genuinely wanted to start a conversation with us. Not that I minded; having someone that friendly on the first day was actually a relief.
"No, we just got here and there's nothing much to do," Marc replied with his usual easy tone. "Hello! What's up?"
Kairi grinned. "Hey! Actually, I just wanted to say that I'm looking forward to this new journey of ours as college students. I thought I'd make sure you guys felt welcome. I don't want anyone to feel awkward on the first day."
Her words were simple, but warm—and they carried a kind of sincerity that made the tension fade from the room. Kairi definitely seemed like the kind of person who could bring life to the whole class.
I smiled and straightened a bit. "I'm Joshua Montaro. You can just call me Joshua. Nice to meet you, Kairi."
"Hi! I'm Marc Alledo, but you can call me Marc," he added, flashing a grin.
"Nice to meet you both, Joshua and Marc!" Kairi said cheerfully. Then, with curiosity sparkling in her eyes, she asked, "So, tell me—why did you guys choose Computer Science?"
Kairi's question lingered in my mind for a moment. It was simple, but it made me think deeply. I've always been fascinated by how fast technology evolves—how it constantly adapts and reshapes the world. To be part of that progress felt like something worth pursuing. Maybe it's a bit ambitious, but testing my logical and critical thinking through this course sounded like a challenge I wanted to face.
After a short pause, I finally spoke.
"I chose Computer Science because... I love coding."
Both Kairi and Marc turned toward me. Kairi smiled softly, like she didn't really know how else to respond but wanted to be supportive anyway. Marc, meanwhile, just blinked at me, his expression blank with confusion.
I tried not to laugh. I actually liked my answer.
Marc rubbed the back of his neck. "To be honest, I'm not really sure if this is the right choice for me. I'm still torn between Computer Science and Information Technology."
He had a point. The two fields might seem similar, but they follow different paths—Computer Science dives deep into computational theory, software and hardware development, and solving complex technical problems. Information Technology, on the other hand, focuses on applying those principles to manage systems, networks, and databases for real-world use.
His uncertainty made me question myself too. Did I really make the right choice? Maybe not. But whether it's Computer Science, IT, or any other computer-related course, as long as it sharpens my logic, my reasoning, and my will to learn programming—that's what matters most.
Still, Marc's honesty struck something in me. There's no turning back now, only moving forward.
Sensing the atmosphere, Kairi's cheerful tone softened. She looked at Marc with empathy and said—
"I understand your situation, Marc. But one thing I know is that computer science and information technology courses share the same path. I do think that computer science is superior in terms of comprehensive understanding and knowledge about computers."
Marc's face lit up after hearing Kairi's kind words. It was like the weight on his shoulders had lifted, replaced by a small but genuine smile.
Curious, I turned to Kairi. "So, why did you choose this course?"
She chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of her head. "Hehe... to be honest, it wasn't really my choice."
Marc and I froze. Our eyes widened in surprise at her unexpected answer.
"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked.
Kairi sighed, still smiling but with a hint of honesty behind it. "I wasn't sure what career I wanted. But my parents told me to take this course. They said computer studies have better chances for success nowadays. You know how it is."
"So you just... went along with it? Don't you have any interests in other fields?" I followed up.
She grinned, almost proudly. "Bingo! I don't have any clear interests or passions yet. So here I am—Kairi Garcia, officially a member of Computer Science 1-B!"
Her carefree honesty hung in the air for a while.
Maybe that's one of the struggles of entering college—being unsure of yourself, uncertain of what truly shapes your future. It's a tough decision, especially when you haven't found that one thing you're passionate about.
Despite Kairi's uncertainty about her path, she didn't seem to regret her choice at all. In fact, for someone who claimed she had no clear direction, she sure knew how to speak about computer studies like she'd thought it through. Maybe that's just who she was—someone who goes with the flow but still manages to keep her head high.
The three of us—Kairi, Marc, and I—got along surprisingly well. For the first day, it didn't feel awkward or lonely. If anything, it felt like the start of something good.
As we continued chatting, more students from Computer Science 1-B began arriving, filling up the seats one by one. Before long, the familiar ring of a school bell echoed through the room.
That sound... I knew it. The tune reminded me of those high school anime scenes—the kind that mark the beginning of a new chapter. Goosebumps ran down my arms. For a moment, it really felt like I was inside one of those shows.
Then, the door opened.
But this time, it wasn't another student—it was a professor. She walked to the front, setting her bag on the desk with composed grace. Instantly, the whole class fell silent. Everyone straightened up, their attention locked on her.
"I expected the room to be noisy," she said with a small smile. "But it seems you're all rather quiet. Well, it can't be helped—it's your first day of college, after all. Whatever you're feeling—nervous, excited, or uncertain—it's all valid. Welcome to Aurelius Integrated University."
Her voice was calm but confident, carrying warmth in every word. Listening to her felt strangely comforting, almost angelic. For the first time today, the weight in my chest lightened.
Even Marc and Kairi seemed moved—eyes bright, lips curved into small smiles.
Maybe this was it—the real beginning of our college life.
"Today's period," the professor began, setting her bag aside, "is Social Formation. We'll be exploring the concrete, historical structure of society. But since this is your very first class of your first day in college, let's set academics aside for now and start with introductions."
Classic first-day move. No surprise there—every teacher loves an introduction round to break the ice.
But the classroom fell into complete silence. Nobody dared to move, let alone volunteer. The air felt stiff—awkward even.
The professor tilted her head slightly, a curious smile forming on her lips.
"Hmm... that's odd. Are computer science students always this quiet? The engineering students are far livelier than this."
A quiet chuckle escaped me. She had a point. I could tell she wasn't used to this kind of atmosphere—dozens of students sitting still, eyes down, waiting for someone else to make the first move.
I couldn't blame her. My instincts told me that most of my classmates weren't exactly the outgoing type. Maybe introverts who'd rather face a monitor screen than a crowd. Well... except for Kairi, of course.
It's kind of ironic—describing my own classmates like that, knowing I'm one of them. But still, I had a feeling. As time passes, and we all get a little more comfortable, this quiet classroom might just turn into something much more alive.
Twenty long seconds of silence passed. No one dared to move, not even to adjust in their seats. Then—finally—a chair scraped softly against the floor. A student stood up.
The professor's expression immediately brightened, clearly relieved that someone was brave enough to break the stillness. Every pair of eyes turned toward the student.
"Hello everyone," he began, voice calm and straightforward. "My name is Kenji Rulona. I love to play video games and stuff. That is all."
...That's it?
The room stayed quiet for a second before Kairi suddenly started clapping, cheerful as ever. The rest of the class followed suit, turning the simple introduction into a small round of applause. Short, simple—but confident. I had to give him credit for that.
"Nice to meet you, Kenji," the professor said with a soft chuckle. "Just make sure you balance your games and academics, okay? College is no joke."
Kenji nodded, and the professor glanced around the room again. "Alright, who's next?"
One by one, students began to stand and share a bit about themselves. Every introduction ended with polite applause, a sign of support that slowly eased the tension in the air.
Some shared impressive hobbies—painting, robotics, writing music. Others kept it plain and simple, and that was fine too. Everyone had something that made them, well... them.
I could feel a mix of admiration and pressure building up inside me. Their words, their confidence—it was starting to get overwhelming.
And then... one particular classmate stood up.
"Good morning, everyone! Good morning to our dearest professor for today's period. I'm truly grateful for this opportunity to introduce myself."
The voice came from a student standing confidently at the center of the classroom. His tone was calm yet full of energy.
"My name is Trevor De Guzman, but you can also call me Trev. I chose this course because I've grown interested in the field of technology—it's something I'd really like to explore further. I'm looking forward to spending the upcoming school days with all of you. Thank you."
A perfect introduction. Clear, formal, and delivered with just the right amount of confidence. Trevor's words echoed across the classroom, reaching every corner. His posture was upright, his smile composed yet warm. That's impressive, I thought. The way he carried himself—sincere, confident, and well-mannered—made him stand out immediately. If there were ever a class representative in Computer Science 1-B, Trevor De Guzman would be the perfect fit.
"I guess it's my turn now! Wish me luck, Joshua, Marc!" Kairi said with a grin as she stood up from her seat.
She took a deep breath and faced the class, her cheerful tone immediately brightening the atmosphere.
"Hello everyone! My name's Kairi Garcia. My favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry! I hope we all get along and make the best out of our college life together!"
The class responded with a light round of applause, her lively personality leaving a positive impression on everyone. That's just how Kairi is—bubbly, easygoing, and impossible not to like.
Then came my turn. Since Kairi and I sat next to each other, it was obvious that I'd go next. Both she and Marc looked at me expectantly as I slowly stood up. My palms were a bit sweaty, but I managed a steady breath before speaking.
"Hello! I'm Joshua Montaro, but you can just call me Joshua. There's... not much interesting about me, honestly. But uh, my favorite ice cream flavor is cookies and cream, and I like the color maroon. That's all! I'm looking forward to being with you all."
My classmates applauded politely. It wasn't much, but at least I didn't embarrass myself. I sat back down, exhaling in relief.
Kairi rested her chin on her hands and looked at me with a playful smirk.
"What's with that look on your face?" I asked, slightly suspicious.
"Nothing," she said, her smile widening as she tilted her head.
Yeah, right. I could tell she found my simple introduction kind of cute—but like I'd ever admit that out loud.
And just like that, it was Marc's turn to stand up next.
"I'm Marc—Marc Alledo," he began, his voice a little shaky. "It's a pleasure to be your classmate, guys. I like to play video games. And I l-like to... uh... I like to... you know. I forgot... That's all."
The room went quiet for a moment before a few chuckles escaped from our classmates. I couldn't help but tilt my head in confusion. "You good?" I whispered as he returned to his seat.
Marc sank down slowly, his face slightly red. Still, I gave him a light pat on the back. "You did fine," I said. He forced a grin, scratching the back of his head like it suddenly got itchy.
Then—BAM!
The classroom door flew open, slamming against the wall. Everyone, including the professor, turned their heads in shock. For a split second, the tension was thick—until we realized it was just another student.
A latecomer.
The poor girl stood frozen at the doorway, the weight of everyone's stare landing on him.
"Hey! I'm so sorry I am late!" This one girl said.
This girl...
"Good morning to you Ms. Latecomer. We were just getting started and it's a good thing you just arrived just now." The professor said to her as the latecomer took a good sigh.
The professor explained that the class was in the middle of their introductions—it was, after all, the first day of school. Upon hearing that, the girl's eyes lit up, her face bright with excitement. She seemed genuinely thrilled, her happiness radiating through the room.
"Oh, thank God! Let me introduce myself then since I have caught anyone's attention for being late. Hehehe~"
"Hi everyone! Good morning! This is your very pretty and cute classmate, your new classmate! I am Elle Kate Lacsamana and I am very grateful to be in this class! Sorry for disrupting the class and I hope we get along." Elle introduced herself and finished with a heart sign with her hands.
This girl... There was something about her that drew my eyes before I even realized it. Her cheerfulness carried through the room like sunlight spilling into a dim place, and before long, every gaze in the class—mine included—was fixed on her.
I don't know why, but the way I feel about Elle is something I can't quite put into words. There's an inexplicable pull—something about her presence, her effortless charm, and the way she carries herself in class—that keeps me intrigued, almost captivated.
Those eyes of hers—bright and full of life. That pretty face framed by soft strands of hair. The way she carried herself with such easy confidence, her every movement brimming with optimism. I couldn't look away. It wasn't just curiosity... is it admiration? No, I hope not.
There's something about her—this girl named Elle—that draws my attention more than I'd like to admit. But it's not that I like her or anything. She's just a beauty.
Right after Elle finished her introduction, her gaze suddenly met mine. For a brief second, our eyes locked—and my heart skipped. Flustered, I quickly looked away, pretending to fix something on my desk. Great... just great, I thought. What an embarrassing thing to happen—getting caught staring at a classmate I barely even know.
As the introduction continued up until all of our classmates had introduced themselves, the class proceeded its course with the professor talking more about the subject.
1.2
My first period for this day has come to an end, and there are things that I have learned from that class. Life in college is way too different from my past high school journey.
Here, there is no such thing as homeroom teachers. Students are expected to manage their own schedules and go directly to their classes, which have set meeting times and locations. While traditional homerooms for administrative functions such as attendance and announcements exist in my high school days, they are not common in higher education.
With my schedule as a Computer Science student, I also have a few night classes. College life is starting to feel real now—no more laid-back routines like in high school. There will be days when I'll have to walk home under the dim glow of streetlights, tired but content. Things are definitely getting serious.
Unlike in high school, where I would go to my classroom first thing in the morning for the entire year, I now have numerous classrooms with the following class schedule. The majority of my minor classes are on the fourth floor of the Finstel Hall, which is where I am right now. My major classes are located on the sixth floor of this building.
The sixth floor of the Finstel Hall is the home for all the computer studies students. Classrooms contained computer laboratories and technologies. As a student from the course of computer science, that floor must be a place for me.
Currently, I'm on the fourth floor standing outside of my classroom from my first period. Many students are passing in this very hall right after their class also ended. It's currently lunchtime and I can see why there are lots of students passing by with their mouths running.
"Hey! Joshua!" A voice I heard in the distance.
I looked at the direction where that voice was coming from. It turns out to be Marc. He was running towards me, so I waited for him.
"It's lunchtime, where do you plan to go?" He said.
Honestly, I had no idea where to go next. This university was massive—so vast it felt like it had no boundaries. Every direction looked like an option, and that only made me feel more lost. I wasn't familiar with any of it yet.
"Then, why don't we go to the university cafeteria?" a voice suddenly suggested.
I turned and saw Kairi appear out of nowhere.
"Kairi! What a great timing!" Marc said, sounding relieved.
With her around, everything suddenly felt easier. I didn't mind letting her take the lead—in fact, I was thankful. After all, we'd already talked earlier, and she seemed like someone who knew her way around.
"Let's go to the cafeteria then," I said.
Kairi and Marc both nodded. The three of us headed toward the elevator and waited for it to arrive.
While we stood there, Kairi turned to me with that familiar bright smile.
"So, what do you think about our classmates, Joshua?" she asked curiously.
My classmates, huh? To be honest, they're a mixed bunch. Some are weird, some are amazing. As for whether I can get along with them... I'm not sure yet. Maybe, if I try, I can. For now, I'll just leave it to time—let things flow naturally.
"I guess they're fine. Moderate and amazing. At least they're not annoying," I said casually.
But even as I said that, one person lingered in my mind—Elle.
Aurelius Integrated University is known as one of the most prestigious and elite schools in the province. Naturally, there would be students here who stood out—not just academically, but in appearance too. And among them, Elle... she definitely caught my attention.
Her face, her presence—there was something about her that made her different from anyone I'd known back in high school. I still couldn't explain why, but in my eyes, she was undeniably beautiful.
Maybe I should ask Marc and Kairi what they think about her. Maybe they've noticed too—
"Hey, Kairi and Mar—"
I stopped myself mid-sentence.
Wait... what the hell am I doing? If I bring her up out of nowhere, it's just going to sound weird. Suspicious, even. They'll definitely think I've got a crush or something. Which I don't. Definitely not.
"Hmm? What is it, Joshua?" Marc said.
I said to him that it was nothing.
I decided to divert our attention to something else—lunch. The elevator finally arrived, and the three of us stepped inside. We took our time as it descended to the first floor of the Finster Hall. The university cafeteria was just below—an underground food hall, to be exact.
The moment we entered, my eyes widened.
"This cafeteria... it looks like a food court from a grand mall," I muttered.
Rows of tables stretched endlessly, and food stalls lined the walls—each one offering a different scent and flavor. The place buzzed with chatter and laughter. It was overwhelming, yet strangely inviting.
The three of us looked around for a table. Kairi glanced at me with a knowing smile.
"Joshua, this is your first time in a place like this, isn't it?"
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Well..." She crossed her arms playfully. "From your expression, you don't seem like you're used to this kind of environment. You're not much of a city boy, huh?"
I let out a small chuckle. "You're so observant, Kairi."
"Hehe! Don't underestimate me, Joshua. I can read people like an open book."
She was right, though. I wasn't used to any of this. A prestigious, elite university, a campus that felt limitless—it was a far cry from my quiet high school, which sat at the edge of town surrounded by trees. There was barely anything to explore back there.
"Well, you're right," I admitted. "Back in high school, I lived far from the city. It was peaceful, but kind of small. Now, I'm living on my own in an apartment here, studying in a university this grand... I didn't expect things to be this different."
Kairi and Marc both looked at me with surprised faces.
"Well, it's great to be here, you know?" Marc said, leaning back in his chair. "You'll get to experience so many new things. It's overwhelming, but that's part of growing up."
"Yeah," Kairi added with a small smile. "I wish I could feel the same excitement. I've been in the city all my life. Now that I'm in college, it doesn't feel that special anymore."
I looked at them both, wondering if they truly meant that. Unlike them, I'd always dreamed of living in the city. Maybe, in their eyes, I was lucky—because everything still felt new and full of wonder.
"Anyway!" Marc clapped his hands together with a grin. "We should buy lunch! Let's see what this elite university cafeteria has to offer. Joshua, this'll be your first taste of Aurelius cuisine."
"I got it," I said, pulling out my wallet. My allowance for the week should be enough... Hopefully.
The three of us walked along the bustling aisles of food stalls. The air was thick with the smell of grilled meat, garlic butter, and freshly baked bread. Every corner had something different — ramen, pasta, rice bowls, and even pastries that looked like they belonged in some fancy café downtown.
Marc stopped at a stall that sold sizzling plates and immediately lined up. "This one's calling my name," he said, clearly excited.
As for me, I was still overwhelmed by the number of choices. That's when Kairi stepped beside me, her finger pointing ahead.
"Hey, Joshua! If this is your first lunch in Aurelius, you've gotta make it special. Come on, I'll show you something good!"
I followed her, and soon we stood before a food stall that looked... luxurious. There were golden trays filled with creamy pasta, glazed chicken that glistened under the lights, and even steak — real steak — sizzling on a hot grill.
"These... exist in this university?" I said in disbelief. "My high school didn't even have meals this fancy."
Kairi tilted her head, looking genuinely puzzled.
"What do you mean? These are just regular foods around here."
"Regular...?" I muttered, my jaw nearly dropping. "Back in my high school, we only had two meal choices a day. Two! That's it."
Kairi chuckled softly, then sighed dramatically. "I pity you, Joshua."
I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. Yeah, maybe I did live a pretty simple life before. But now, surrounded by friends, a grand cafeteria, and food that looked like art — this was definitely a different world.
After buying our lunch, we returned to the table we found earlier. The three of us set our trays down and took our seats.
Marc was the first to dig in — his meal was a crispy seafood tempura paired with egg fried rice. The crunch echoed every time he took a bite. Kairi, on the other hand, had a bowl of curry. The rich aroma drifted across the table, teasing my already hungry stomach.
As for me... I had a golden, crispy pork cutlet served with egg fried rice. I stared at it for a moment.
"Is this what they call... Tonkatsu?" I muttered to myself, almost in awe.
The crisp coating, the warm rice, the faint scent of fried oil — everything about it screamed perfection. For a university cafeteria, this was beyond my expectations. Kairi and Marc saw my reaction and it's like they saw their younger brother get excited about their meal like it's their first time seeing one.
Kairi and Marc chuckled for some reason. I didn't know why, but I decided to ignore it. Still, eating without a drink didn't feel right, so I told them I'd grab something to sip on.
I stood up and headed back toward the food stalls. Among the drinks, one flavor caught my attention — cucumber juice. It sounded oddly healthy. Probably not made from real cucumbers, but hey, I'd tasted convenience store versions before, and they weren't half bad. So, I bought one.
When I got back, I set my drink down on the table and sat back in my seat, ready to dig in. But then... something felt off. I looked at my plate.
"Hey, Kairi, Marc... what happened to my pork cutlet?"
Kairi continued eating her curry like nothing happened. Marc, meanwhile, froze for a moment before forcing a casual look.
"What are you talking about? It's right there. You should eat, Joshua," he said, way too quickly.
Yeah... something was definitely fishy. One of my pork cutlets was missing. And I hadn't even started eating yet.
"Marc," I said, narrowing my eyes.
"What? I didn't do anything to your meal!"
"I didn't say you did anything to my meal, Marc."
That was all it took. His face said it all. Kairi started laughing, clearly entertained by the scene.
"Marc, you've been caught. You're too easy to read," she said between giggles.
Honestly, it wasn't even about the pork cutlet. If he'd just asked, I would've given him one. But watching him squirm was kind of amusing.
"Why would you hide it, Marc?" I asked.
"I don't know, man! I just really wanted to taste it!" he said, scratching his head.
"But you've got crispy tempura sitting right there. It's even better if you ask me."
"I'm sorry, Joshua! I'll give you a piece of tempura to make it up to you!"
"That won't work. I'm allergic to seafood," I said flatly. "But you do owe me, Marc."
"Is a piece of pork cutlet really worth hurting your dignity over?" Marc muttered.
"It's not about dignity," I replied calmly. "It's about trust. A piece of pork cutlet means nothing to me—I could've given you one if you just asked. But it's your action that matters, Marc. You didn't have to hide it or steal it."
Kairi, sitting across from us, watched the whole exchange with a grin, clearly amused by our little drama.
"You two seriously sound like little kids."
"Don't worry," I said, smiling. "No grudges here. But I'll remember this day, Marc. You owe me one."
Marc let out a long sigh of defeat. "Yeah, yeah... I owe you, Joshua."
After that silly little drama over a single piece of pork cutlet, the three of us still enjoyed our lunch. We ate, laughed, and talked about random things while taking our time. It was a simple moment, but somehow it felt special. Our bond grew closer that day.
I'll remember this—my first day of college, shared with Kairi and Marc. The two who made it feel like a real beginning.
1.3
Our next class is still later in the evening. This afternoon, there was nothing much to do except wait for the next class. The schedule for today felt a bit odd—our first class was in the morning, and the next one wouldn't start until the evening. That left us with a full six hours of free time.
Since it was my first day of college, I figured it was the perfect chance to explore the university. After finishing lunch at the cafeteria, Kairi and Marc decided to join me. The three of us were curious about what Aurelius had to offer.
"I wonder what their library looks like," I said, thinking out loud. Then I turned to them. "Should we go check it out?"
Kairi smiled, clearly liking the idea. The problem was—we didn't know where the library was.
We wandered around the campus, starting from the cafeteria beneath Finstel Hall. From where we stood, the university stretched wide before us—buildings on both sides, students scattered everywhere, laughter and chatter filling the air. It was a lively scene.
"Wait!" Marc suddenly said, rummaging through his backpack. He pulled out what looked like a textbook—but it was actually a student university manual.
"Where did you get that?" Kairi asked.
Marc stared at the sky, trying to remember. "Oh yeah! I got this when I enrolled here. It was in... Solace Hall."
"Solace Hall?" I repeated.
Kairi nodded. "It's that huge hall under Martyn Hall—the one with the gym on top."
As Kairi explained, I realized Solace Hall wasn't just an ordinary place. It was where students joined clubs, organizations, and communities—basically the heart of student life. There were even grass beds where people could nap or just hang out between classes. Sometimes, it turned into a venue for festivals, events, or bazaars.
A place like that... definitely sounded worth visiting someday.
Marc flipped open his student manual, scanning through the pages. "Let's see if there's something useful in here," he said. After a few seconds of flipping, his eyes lit up. "Found it—the campus map!"
I leaned closer to take a look. The layout of Aurelius Integrated University was massive—way bigger than what my eyes could grasp in person. "It looked smaller when we were walking," I muttered in disbelief.
We started looking for the university's libraries. According to the map, there were two of them: Miguel Library, located on the second floor of the Blue Building. Gietsberg Library, found within Gietsberg Hall
"There are two libraries," Marc said. "So... which one are we heading to?"
Kairi raised an eyebrow, as if she already had something in mind. "Wait—Miguel Library sounds familiar. I think it's the one featured in those university commercials. You know, the one they called one of the country's most outstanding libraries."
I blinked. One of the top libraries... in this university? Just how prestigious is Aurelius, really? I couldn't help but feel lucky to be part of it.
"Well," I said, smiling a little, "if it's that famous, then let's go to Miguel Library."
Marc and Kairi nodded in agreement—and with that, our next destination was set.
The three of us set off toward the Blue Building, our footsteps echoing lightly against the pavement. We passed by the chapel and the Jubilee Hall, the familiar sights of the campus unfolding before us. Along the way, we caught glimpses of familiar faces — students heading in the same direction, some chatting in groups, others walking alone. I even thought I recognized a few of my classmates, though I hadn't gotten the chance to know them yet. Maybe they, too, were just exploring the university grounds.
As we walked, Kairi started talking about something she'd heard — the Miguel Library.
"They say Miguel Library is one of the most impressive on campus," she began, her tone filled with quiet admiration. "It's known for its systematic and well-organized layout. The place is filled with long rows of tables, and there's even a lounge area with comfy couches where students can nap or rest. It also has a computer lab where you can browse e-books or work on softcopy documents and projects. And get this— you can actually book a private study room for you and your classmates if you want a quiet place away from the crowd."
I could say the same for most libraries out there," Marc said. "A lot of the features you mentioned can be found in other colleges too, Kairi."
"I agree, Marc," Kairi replied. "But I did say it's one of the top libraries. Of course, there are others that are just as impressive."
Listening to their conversation, I couldn't help but think about how much I'd missed out on during high school. Our library back then was nothing more than a place to loiter — small, dull, and with barely any books worth reading. It wasn't a place that inspired learning or focus. There were no couches for students to rest, no computer laboratory, and certainly no space that made you want to study.
But since I'm already here, I might as well savor every bit of this amazing experience. I'm truly blessed to have a wonderful family—one that works so hard to support me while I study here at Aurelius.
We arrived at the first floor of the Blue Building, where the entrance for students and faculty stood wide open. Near it was an elevator, its metallic doors gleaming under the hallway lights.
"So, the Miguel Library's on the second floor, right?" Kairi asked.
"Yeah, that's what the map said," Marc replied.
Without thinking much, I walked straight to the elevator and pressed the button. But before I could even wait for it to open, Kairi grabbed me by the collar and yanked me back.
"Joshua! Didn't you see the sign right in front of you?" she scolded.
Confused, I turned my head—and there it was. A sign posted right beside the elevator doors:
"For those heading to the second floor, please use the stairs."
Ah... so that's why she pulled me. Guess I didn't notice that.
"I'm so sorry about our friend here," Kairi said quickly, bowing her head toward someone beside us. "He's new here and didn't notice the sign. We were just exploring the campus. My apologies, Ma'am."
Following her gaze, I realized she was talking to a professor—a woman waiting patiently for the elevator.
"Oh, it's alright," the professor said with a warm smile. "You must be first-year students, right?"
Kairi nodded politely. The professor didn't seem to mind the small mistake, and I couldn't help but think—wait, how did she even know we were only going to the second floor? We could've just ridden the elevator anyway and saved ourselves the trouble.
As soon as the professor stepped inside and the doors closed, I whispered, "We could've just sneaked in, you know. She wouldn't even know our stop."
Kairi looked at me with mock seriousness, then laughed. "Hehehe! Oh, Joshua, Joshua... It's your first day at Aurelius Integrated University, and you're already planning to break the rules? Could it be... that you're a delinquent, Joshua Montaro?"
A delinquent, huh? What a ridiculous thing to say.
Still, I understood the logic behind the rule. The elevators here weren't just for students like us heading to the second floor. They were meant for those going up to the higher floors—after all, the Blue Building had eleven stories. If every student took the elevator just to go up one floor, the lines would be endless.
It was a reasonable policy. And apparently, it wasn't just the Blue Building that followed it—Finstel Hall and Martyn Hall had the same rule.
Guess that's one of the many things I'll have to get used to here at Aurelius.
Since taking the elevator was off-limits, we had no choice but to climb the stairs. It only took about twenty seconds, but still... What a hassle.
The moment we reached the second floor, the first thing that caught our eyes wasn't rows of books or shelves—it was a glass wall, and behind it... was a café.
Yes, a café.
"They even have a café here?" Marc blurted out, his voice full of disbelief.
No wonder this place was praised as one of the university's best libraries. Right there, in glowing silver letters, was the sign: "Miguel Library Café." Even from outside, we could see the neatly arranged menu boards displaying a variety of coffee blends and desserts. From creamy lattes to decadent cheesecakes—it felt more like a coffee shop than a library.
I was honestly speechless.
"So, what are we waiting for? Let's go inside," Kairi said, excitement gleaming in her eyes.
The three of us pushed through the glass doors, and the first thing that hit us wasn't the sight—it was the cold air. A sharp chill swept over us the instant we stepped inside.
"Woah—nobody told me the library was this cold," Marc said, shivering as he rubbed his arms.
The Miguel Library was like something straight out of a modern city—its café section buzzing quietly with students sipping coffee and typing on laptops. But beyond the café was the main reason we came here—the library itself.
A wide glass partition separated the café from the main library area, and at its entrance stood a security guard beside a gate scanner. We approached, but before we could pass through—
"Before you enter the library, please scan your IDs," the guard instructed firmly.
We did as told, swiping our cards one by one. Then, to my surprise, he began checking our bags too.
They even inspect backpacks here? Aurelius sure doesn't mess around when it comes to rules.
As we stepped into the main library area, a hush instantly surrounded us. Despite the chill, the place felt... peaceful. Rows upon rows of books stretched into the distance, illuminated by the soft glow of hanging lights. Spacious tables filled the room, and in the far corner, there was even a section with couches—some students resting or even dozing off.
It was clear why this place was famous. The Miguel Library wasn't just for studying—it was for being.
The three of us walked toward that cozy corner and found an empty couch. Without saying a word, we all sat down—and, in perfect sync, let out a long sigh.
"So, this is the Miguel Library," I said quietly, taking it all in.
Kairi leaned closer. "What do you think, Joshua?"
I smiled faintly. "Honestly? The moment I saw the café, it already went beyond my expectations. I mean... with a place like this, I can't help but feel like I don't belong here. Why am I even here? Am I just... lucky?"
Marc couldn't help it—he burst into laughter so loud that it echoed across the hall.
Ding!
A soft bell rang from the librarian's desk, followed by a stern glance in our direction. The meaning was clear—quiet down.
Marc scratched his head awkwardly while Kairi giggled under her breath.
Yeah... first day or not, we'd just gotten our first warning from the Miguel Library.
"Is this your first time in a library, Marc? Why are you so loud?" Kairi snapped, and I echoed her, "Yeah, Marc — why are you so loud?"
Marc blinked, clearly thrown. His face flushed a little; embarrassment flickered across it like a bad signal. That was exactly why we should remember one simple rule: don't make loud noises in a library, or you'll drag every pair of eyes onto yourself.
"I hate this already. I wanna go out," he mumbled, shoulders tense.
"But we just arrived..." Kairi protested, sounding half scold, half amused.
"Yeah, but I can't keep quiet here. It's so annoying — you know my mouth never stops," Marc shot back, voice low but sharp with frustration.
You could feel the resentment in him — being forced to curb his speech felt like caging a bird. I couldn't help thinking he could've lowered his voice instead of sighing theatrically; soft words wouldn't have blown up the place. It wasn't difficult.
Still, the couch we'd claimed looked too inviting to give up. Kairi had a point: we'd only just arrived. So Marc sighed, slumped, and stayed. We settled back on the couch, letting the library's hush and cool air wrap around us while we tried to relax.
Marc had no real choice but to stay with us; we'd already decided to linger a little longer.
We sank into the couch, letting the library's cool hush settle over us. From my seat I could see Miguel's layout clearly—the endless shelves, the soft lamplight, and a glassed-off room with a neat sign above the door: "Computer Laboratory." It looked almost secluded from the rest of the library. I wondered what it was like inside.
"Hey, do you remember that classmate? The one who's so composed and—formal?" Kairi asked, nudging the conversation.
"Trevor?" Marc supplied. "Oh yeah, that guy."
"See?" I said. "You noticed him too, Kairi?"
"Totally," she sighed, eyes bright. "Did you hear the way he introduced himself? So polished—every gesture measured. It was like an angel landed in Aurelius or something."
Marc grinned and poked the mood. "Ooh, is that a little crush, Kairi?"
At that, Kairi's expression snapped into something I'd never seen—pure disgust, one eyebrow shooting up like a drawn sword as she stared daggers at Marc.
"If we weren't in a library, Marc, I'd punch you right now," she muttered, voice low and dangerous.
"Oh? Now you want to take this outside? Is that what you meant earlier?" Marc replied, unruffled.
Drama seemed to follow Marc everywhere—an almost inevitable trail. Wherever he went, sparks flew. I decided not to feed it; this wasn't the place to make things worse.
Earlier it had been me and Marc sparring—now it was Kairi and him. With Marc, arguments seemed to cling to him like static; wherever he went, a little storm followed. I decided not to add fuel.
"Just so you know, I'm not daydreaming about romance," Kairi said softly. "I was only talking about Trevor—then you go and say stuff like that."
"About Trevor... are you curious, Kairi?" I asked.
"Don't you start too, Joshua," she snapped.
I didn't want her to misunderstand, so I sighed. "No—I thought it was only me. I got chills when he introduced himself."
Marc, of course, couldn't leave it alone. "Oh? You're gay, Joshua?" he teased.
Reflex took over. My hand shot out and gripped his neck, tightening just enough to shut him up without making a scene. I kept it low and quiet—no coughing, no loud struggle—just a warning squeeze. Kairi watched, amusement flickering in her eyes, like she thought Marc deserved it.
Marc hadn't expected it. He scrambled, jaw working, hands clamping at my wrists, face twisting into that absurd expression that somehow made me want to laugh even as I felt annoyed. After a few seconds he gasped, "I give up, I give up." I let go with a smirk. Lesson delivered.
Kairi shook her head and softened. "There's something about Trevor I can't explain. Even his simple introduction—there's a presence to him."
"I get that," I said. "He's class-rep material: polished, composed, someone people might look up to."
Her eyes lit up at that. The words fit the feeling she couldn't quite name—a charm that wasn't flashy but quietly authoritative.
"Exactly! That's what I was thinking!" Kairi said, her voice rising in excitement before softening again. "I don't know why, but I can't seem to explain it. It's right there—on the tip of my tongue—but the word just won't come out."
I understood what she meant perfectly. That restless feeling when your mind circles around an idea but can't quite catch it.
Marc, of course, had to ruin the moment. "On the tip of your tongue? Like this?" he said—and then made that face.
An exaggerated, tongue-out, eyes-rolled expression that nearly made me choke on air.
Kairi froze. Her expression darkened instantly, the kind of glare that could pierce through solid walls. "Sometimes, I wonder why your family let someone like you into such a prestigious university," she said flatly.
"Agreed," I added, unable to hide my grimace.
The three of us sat there in the awkward silence that followed—Kairi visibly disgusted, me trying not to laugh, and Marc looking far too pleased with himself for someone who'd just committed a crime against human dignity.
...
I think it's about time we left the Miguel Library—Marc was beyond saving at this point.
The three of us stood up from the couch we'd been lounging on and began making our way toward the exit, which, conveniently, was also the entrance we came through earlier.
As we walked, Trevor's name lingered in my mind. There was something about him—his calm, formal demeanor—that reminded me of someone else, though different in a way I couldn't quite explain. Someone equally magnetic but warmer... more alive.
And then, as if my thoughts had summoned her—
...
There she was.
Just past the security guard at the entrance, sitting by one of the café tables near the glass wall. The gentle hum of conversation surrounded her, yet she seemed perfectly at ease in her own little world. Her brown hair fell softly over her shoulders, her familiar bangs framing that unmistakable face.
Elle.
She sat there alone, a faint smile playing on her lips as she sipped from her cup of matcha frappe.
For a brief moment, time seemed to slow down—the chatter, the hum of the air conditioner, even Marc's annoying presence—all fading away until the only thing that existed in that instant... was her.
Then, I got pulled by Kairi as they were in a hurry.
Those five seconds felt like I'd slipped into a completely different world—one where time stood still and everything around me blurred into silence. My eyes were fixed on Elle, and for some reason, I couldn't look away. It was unexpected... and honestly, a little weird.
There wasn't any deep meaning behind it, no sudden rush of emotion or cliché spark of destiny. I was just... curious.
Nothing more, nothing less.