Dark Roast Entrance Ceremony [Weekly Short Short Note]

After one year of studying as a ronin, the cherry blossoms finally bloomed.

After the entrance ceremony in the gymnasium, we were supposed to split into our respective departments for guidance that included self-introductions.

I walked down the main street of the campus toward Room 501. It was a large lecture hall that could hold 200 people, and I sat somewhere in the middle. You can tell a person's characteristics by where they sit. The ones sitting in the front row are the serious students who passed on their first try. To use a coffee analogy, they are light roast. They are fresh, but have the acidity of youth. As a one-year ronin, am I a medium roast?

Once everyone had gathered, a man with graying hair walked in. He stood at the podium and began his greeting.

"Gentlemen, congratulations on your enrollment. Youth is a precious time that passes in the blink of an eye. While you should strive in your studies, please also burn with passion for things outside of your academics!"

He was truly a seasoned dark roast. Just then, a dignified person in a white lab coat, who looked every bit like a professor, walked in.

"What are you doing?"

The man who had been giving the greeting at the podium hurriedly sat in the front row. I found out later that he was a new student who had enrolled in the adult education course.

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