When I arrived at class the lesson already started. It was still first period according the the time on my phone so I calmly walked into the classroom like there was nothing wrong and there wasn't anything wrong, until the teacher saw me.
Mr. Alberto is my English teacher in his mid 50’s. He isn’t a bad teacher but he is on the strict side compared to the rest of the teachers at this school. He wore his blue and white plaid shirt like always and had these glasses that would remind you of a stereotypical geek. He had a mix between gray and black hair and you could see that he was long on his way to losing all of his hair. He also hated it when his students came late. Even if you came right after the national anthem, Mr. Alberto would reprimand you for being late.
Sadly, I was the one being late today. Mr. Alberto scolded me in front of the class for 5 straight minutes and I could hear snickering from the room.
‘Tsk, not my fault that the bus arrived later than usual.’
I lived quite a bit away from school and since both my parents worked early I had to take the bus everyday. Class starts at 8:30 A.M so I would usually take the 7:30 bus. Unfortunately, today the bus arrived 30 minutes later due to some dumb car accident.
But being late was being late. No one would care or even listen to my excuses and bringing it up would only make Mr. Alberto’s mini lecture even longer.
“Well Ed, I hope this doesn’t happen again or you’re going to have to make up all the time you lost during lunch,” he said.
‘This is the first time I’ve ever been late to class, no need to make such a big fuss out of it. Besides I don't think you're helping with your 5 minute lecture,’ I thought.
“Yes sir, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“Good, now go back to your seat and we’ll continue with our discussion on 1984.”
1984, written by George Orwell and about a dystopian society that depicts what the world would become like if dictators such as Stalin were to rule the world.
Sometimes, I wish I was a dictator. I mean who wouldn’t want to be a dictator? As a dictator you could do anything you wanted, when you wanted, and order your minions to do everything for you. I guess it’s just me being lazy but I’m sure Kim Jong Un isn’t living a boring unsatisfied life.
Anyways, we were to finish reading part two of the book by today so we could analyze and have discussions on different sections of the novel. Of course I didn’t do it. Despite it being so famous, 1984 is a drag. I mean in the first 100 pages, almost nothing happens except Winston writing in his stupid diary.
“Yo, did you finish reading it?”
When I reached my desk, Jake asked me in a curious tone. This guy was one of the kids in the class who never finished any of his homework. As a result he would always ask the other students if they finished their work and make himself feel better when he heard that they didn’t.
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To be honest, I have no idea how someone like him made it to high school, the tenth grade too. He would always make excuses for not completing work and leech off others. I wouldn’t be surprised if he became a thug when he grows up.
“Nah, man. The book is a drag and it’s not like Mr. Alberto is going to ask me to say anything.”
“Haha, same. I don’t even understand some the things the Winston guy says in the book.”
Of course you don’t. You’re the guy who failed literacy comprehension test three times. Though I guess I’m not in any situation to make fun of him in subjects in English.
English is like the bane of my soul. Sure, I know how to speak English, I know how to read and write in English, but don’t ask me to analyze or write an essay in anything that is English, or more specifically, part of the school's English curriculum. It’s not that I’m inherently bad on the subject but more of the fact that I find it absolutely boring. I would literally do anything instead of having to read Othello, Macbeth, and Hamlet again. Despite me constantly getting reprimanded by my asian parents for having a 71 percent average on the subject, I really couldn’t care less on trying to get better grades.
On the brighter note, biology, mathematiques, and history are all topics that I can proudly say are my best subjects. Other than history however, the other two can be explained by my asian genes.
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Other than the small event that occurred during the morning, the rest of the day passed by normally. I hung around with some of my friends during lunch and was genuinely happy when school ended. Due to traffic and surprisingly another car crash it took me a full hour and twenty minutes on the bus to reach home.
“Is our Chung-hee home?”
I heard my mom greet me from the kitchen. Chung-hee is my Korean name and also the name my parents call me at home. Both my parents are Korean but I was born in Canada. I do know how to speak in Korean but my knowledge only amounts up to an elementary kid in Korea.
My mom was preparing for dinner when I arrived so I could smell her delicious cooking from the kitchen all the way to the doorsteps.
“Yea mom, I’m home. Are we having kimchi jjigae for dinner?”
“You know it. Why did you come late today?”
“There was a car accident and lots of traffic on the way back.”
“Oh really? There was a car accident this morning too. Well go get washed up for dinner before your dad comes back from work.”
My dad worked for S*m*ng as a general manager so sometimes he came home late. He was also the strict one out of my two parents. Of course that doesn’t mean I don't love him as much as my mom, I just end up having more arguments with him rather than with mom.
Anyways he called my mom after I got all washed up and said he would be working overtime so my mom and I had to eat dinner without him. The kimchi jjigae was delicious and after dinner I finished my homework like always.
It was almost 10:30 P.M when I was using my computer to watch some porn, and yes I am underaged but so is the millions of other high school kids who deny watching it. However after a while and just when I was about to release some of my pent up stress in a certain state of matter, darkness flooded my vision and I fell unconscious.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m happy with my current lifestyle. Everyday is the same for me, with little to no excitement. I don’t excel in anything in particular other than a couple of school subjects and it’s not like I’m at the top of my class for them either. I’ve always felt that my life was rotting away but I was never able to do anything about it. Sometimes I just wish that an event out of a fairy tale or fantasy story would happen to me.
Maybe that’s why when I woke up in a dungeon with a status screen that would only appear in fantasy webnovels in front of me, I felt alive for the first time in my life.
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Author's note:
1. Hi friends, this is viola4650.
I'm a fresh and new scru- ahem-writer and I would very much love feedback. I really want to improve my writing and will take into consideration any criticism out there, which I'm sure there would be a lot of. I will try to release new chapters as frequently as possible and feel free to hate on me but please do also explain why as it will help me improve my writing.
2. Kimchi jjigae is korean stew-like dish made with Kimchi as the main ingredient.