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It's the first week of the fall semester, and, well.
Ji's been kind of busy. It helps her mood that she got her sister out from their shitty family's immediate control - and while technically her sister has to pay to live in the first year dorms, no one seems to be really stopping them from just sharing Ji's apartment and leaving the dorm room empty. (That's contributing to the business a lot. She's never had her own apartment before.)
She's stayed on top of pre-class readings, though, totally unlike her first year. It helps that she knows more of what she likes, that these are exciting classes. (Like this one, an economic history of the Middle East.)
Ji gets to class early, a bit on accident - the cafe she'd been planning to get lunch from was way too crowded so she skipped it, and she'd left a bit early because she's not very confident yet in timing her walk from her apartment to grounds - and getting lost didn't successfully eat up all the extra time.
She is, however, pretty hungry as she sits down in the front row and digs out her notebook (she found some plain canvas covered notebooks last year and splurged on more than enough for her entire university stint - this one she's covered in sketches of the Hirshhorn Museum), and a proper selection of colorful gel pens and also the syllabus.
(Technically, the door had been locked, like they usually are when the teacher isn't there yet. Ji hates loitering in the hallway though, and was pretty good at picking the cheap locks on school doors even before she eclipsed.)
She's the first one there but not by a lot, and more students trickle in as it gets closer to class start time.
