Chapitre 3: Chapter 2

"Where is my ID?" I said frustrated. Is this how it's supposed to be in Harvard? Like seriously, ID's are still the jam today. Why can't they use like metallic name tags, it'll shine perfectly and plus points for creativity. You know I'll keep that idea in mind, maybe we have to think of an idea like that for a school project which also has a benefit, take it as a "survey" then they might do it. I just hope it's an individual work because even if it was a group work, I'll do it by myself not unless there is a like someone who spies us and we actually have a collaboration grade. Not that I don't want to make friends, it's just sharing grades for free isn't my jam. Finally found my id, time to go to school. As I drove to our school, I needed the help of "maps" to find my way. Then, I have arrived in everyone's dream school-Harvard. First things first-coffee. As I walk to the coffee shop, someone caught my attention. She was giving bulletin papers that are required to be read by each student so I immediately squeezed in the large crowd then got out. I then continued my way to the coffee shop. I bought my favorite drink-iced caramel macchiato then read the "bulletin".