Unexpected Fate

| Chanter University | MOM AND DAD decided to drop me off at Chanter University. Two days from now, it will already be the first day of the first semester. I hope I'll get along with my co-students. I didn't take the college entrance exam because I was immediately selected by the administrator as part of their scholarship program. Mom and Dad don't have a high source of income, and that scholarship was a big help for us, financially. We just have a simple life. Planting some grains and crops, pasturing cows and goats. We're a typical below-average family in our village. Getting into college wasn't an easy one, particularly it needs lots of savings and money to start with. That scholarship was not enough for me to get a living during my college times. I had to apply for a job to sustain and have a better living. Possibly, I should apply as a waitress at a fine dining restaurant near the school. As much as possible, I don't want to

| Conceited Lady | AFTER WE eat, we decided to have a walk along. I need to find a job ASAP. We're about to cross when a fast car passed by. Damn! I almost got hit. "Like who the hell it is?" Reina asked, seems angry. "Can't he see people were about to cross?" I arched my eyebrow. "How do you know that it was a he?" I asked. "I saw the driver, of course. You almost got hit. What if that car hit you? You might be dead by now," she said. She put her right hand in her waist and bite her thumb because of frustration. I put my hand above my chest, clutching my dress, acting like I'm hurting. "Ouch, dead? I'm a cat you know, I got nine lives," I joke. "Your joke was so funny. Tell me if you want to be dead. I'll be the one to kill you. I almost got a heart attack and you have time to drop a joke up? Geez," she said and walked fast, leaving me behind. She's angry. Really. I chuc

| First Day | COLLEGE IS way too different from high school. College is not high school. Professor will foresee you to be more independent, adventurous, and responsible than your high school teachers presumed. I grew in a family where positive thoughts always overcome negativity and have all the enthusiasm that I needed to face a new reality. I always believe to myself that nothing is difficult when you put your heart into it. But who wouldn’t feel jitters when you’re on your first time? No one. No matter how optimistic you are, you will still feel nervous—like your palms sweat, fast heartbeat, and more so. But it’s all-natural. I and Reina don’t have the same schedule as we differ in courses. But still, we reside on the same roof. I have a part-time job while Reina doesn’t. My classes start at eight, ending at three, while Reina starts at ten, and ends at five. “You’re an hour early, Becca,” Reina said as

| Strange Feeling | COLLEGE IS hard, particularly when you don’t belong in the world of a wealthy family. You can’t convey to their discussions. Like, they talk about the enormous dishes they ate in a fancy restaurant, their trips abroad, models and celebrities whom they met, and more so. Those topics that you can only see on television. Tackling about it, you seem like a display around that is meaningless. I hope Reina and I are just on the same course. With her, your day wouldn’t boring, because she will educate you with all the things she knew like you just want to stay away if you can’t hold how intensifying the topic. But of course, being with Reina always makes my day. I got used to it. Not until this moment—entering College. I sighed and rested my chin on top of my palm. Eyes on the clean, glossy whiteboard that I can almost see my mood—plain and boring. Fortunately, there seems to be no complacency here. Though

| One Fine Day | WEEKEND AND I just want to sleep all day but the fact that I mumbled something last night that may provoke me to spill what I’m thinking, I decided to get off bed early. I need to stay away from Reina’s curiosity. Besides, I have work to do. I need to fill in Bill’s place. The golden rays of the shining sun greeted the beautiful land of Chanter University. Birds chirping, telling us that another wonderful blessing was given to us. The greens give hope that no matter how cruel humans will be, God can give us all the beautiful things that we deserve. “Good morning, Becca,” Mrs. Dory greeted and sipped on her cup of coffee. “Good day, Mrs. Dory,” I greeted back. I walked towards the locker room and fixed my hair in a bun and put my apron on. Kara is still not here, well, it’s just 7 in the morning. On Saturday, we need to spend our time in the café for eight hours. Sundays will be our day off.