“Oh, Mom, I’m really fine.”
Jungkook finally manages to shake off his mother, who had accompanied him all the way to the teachers' office.
“Jungkook, I told you you don’t have to go if it’s really hard…. Someone like you could go straight to college, you know.”
“What are you talking about? I don’t have a high school diploma!! And I can really do this… Don’t worry.”
Ah, if I knew it would be like this, I wouldn't have bothered with homeschooling in the first place...
In the first year of middle school, a suggestion from his mother to Jungkook, who was sobbing because he hated school: “Study hard at home.”
It was definitely good for a while. I played and slept at home, studied only when I wanted to, and passed the GED.
Thanks to a capable tutor, I even scored at least a Grade 2 on the CSAT...
I'm leaving.
He eventually lets go of his mother's tightly held hand and follows the teacher to the classroom.
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Now, now, be quiet, everyone.
The front of the classroom, where the entire class can be seen at a glance.
He looked at the children his age, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, one by one.
Everyone looks bewildered.
The teacher just walks out saying, “.— Take good care of them!”
At least assign a seat...
Jungkook eventually plopped down in the empty seat.
He was secretly hoping, but no one speaks to him.
Usually in dramas, kids would all gather around to ask questions... I guess that’s not the reality, so I just move on.
Actually, I had already picked out the ones that looked decent in my mind.
Two model students sitting at the very front.
And the kid sitting two seats away who made eye contact with me.
Ah, I already want to go home.