Put Yourself in Their Shoes

It had already been five days since I became a second-year.

On the first Sunday of the new school year, I was getting ready to go out in front of the mirror early in the morning when Ria sidled up to me and asked,

“Where are you going?”

“Downtown.”

“Where exactly?”

“The bookstore.”

“Why?”

“To buy workbooks.”

A new school year always came with new textbooks.

Of course, I already had second-year studies completely under control, but I still planned to get at least the basic materials a student ought to have...