Everyone was seated on the ground and I could only follow whatever they were doing.
My only consolation was that the liberal arts teacher was a lady. She handed us a stack of small booklets down.
I was taken aback by the thin parchment booklet of about ten pages.
I whispered to Ergou, "This is our textbook for a semester?"
"No, this is something we’ll have to practice daily until we reach the age of twenty."
"Just these few pages? Practice them daily?" I repeated while flipping through the booklet.
Ergou stopped me. "What are you doing? There are only ten booklets available in the school. Don’t damage it! Teacher wrote them one by one."
"Chill. Simple stuff. I’m done with it," I replied, pushing his hand away.
"Stop bragging," Ergou sneered.
I flipped over to the last page and read it twice. "There are only ten pages. How long do you think I’ll need?"
