anastasia
dialogue - #6c0102
thought - #d0a9a0
dialogue - #6c0102
thought - #d0a9a0
Even though it was going past her normal bed time, Anastasia decided to stay awake. She pulled out her computer and sat on her bed under the white covers.
Anastasia opened Google and looked at the logo for a long time. The Academy restricted access to what websites could be accessed on their internet servers since not everything was deepened āappropriate,ā much like a lot of schools. At home, she had open access but, of course, learning was not necessarily on her mind during those times. Now, she hated herself for not taking every second to read articles and learn instead of spending time out on the garden or figuring out how to sit on the rooftops.
Now, the internet, unrestricted at every second. There was so much left to learnā¦
After a moment she typed in yabel and then chabel. After a few tries, she finally came across what she supposed Jisun was talking about. A conglomerate of family-controlled firmsā¦ she read on the screen. She took the time to click through a few links, learning about the history of the South Korean firms, the different scandals over the years, and the biggest companies. She had heard of companies such as Samsung and was surprised to learn that they were from South Korea; she realized that she didnāt know where most products came from. Anastasia spent some more time learning about different kinds of companies. There was so much information, however, that after some time she went back to the search engineās main page.
She decided to search up something different Ramen. The images varied from bare ramen soup to more elaborate ones like Jisunās. After watching a few videos on how to make ramen, she somehow found herself getting lost amongst the videos, seeing how to make everything from no-bake strawberry cheesecake to churros to fluffy pancakes. Some of the videos didnāt have anyone speaking and, instead, focused on capturing the sounds of the kitchen. Anastasia found it both satisfying and unsettling to hear everything from the chopping to the sounds of people eating.
Anastasia ended up creating a playlist of the videos she liked. She finally went to sleep around twelve, which was much later than usual. By then, she felt the weight of exhaustion on her body like a heavy blanket.
The next day, Anastasia woke up around seven. Again, it was later than she was used to and her body was still tired. It took her a while to wake up, thankful that she didnāt have to start classes just yet. Soon, but today was another free day. She wasnāt sure what she would do yet, but she supposed it would work out.
She quickly showered, putting on a knee-long pastel purple dress and makeup, and went to the kitchen to make herself breakfast. She was going to try making dalgona coffee, which she had seen on one of the videos, and some french toast. It took her some time to locate all of the ingredients and utensils, also spotting the ramen in the walk-in pantry. Thankfully, Anastasia did know how to use the kitchen, at least the basics so that she didnāt have to burn herself every time. It wasnāt her favorite thing ever, but she supposed it would be best if she did and learned how to do different things. Following the online recipes carefully, she was flipping a banana pancake over when her phone rang.
āHello, mother,ā she said into the phone. āIām doing well. Yes, I really like the apartment, thank you. ŃŠ°Šŗ, the building is wonderful.ā
Anastasia, of course, wasnāt going to mention anything about a roommate. She also wasnāt enjoying the long list of questions and realized she hadn't called Leo yesterday.
āYes, I will be going to the university later to ensure all of the paperwork has been correctly processed. Yes, Iām signed up as a Literature major.ā
There was, also, the thing about her having changed her major last-minute during her online orientation. Since her mother didn't have access to her college account, after applications, she hadn't really been looking into it. āCan I speak to you later? I'm preparing breakfast. Of course, I am being careful. Wonderful, goodbye, mother.ā
Anastasia groaned after closing off the call. As she placed the cooked pancake on top of a small stack she had already finished, Anastasia added the last of the batter. She wondered if Jisun might want some pancakesā¦ Anastasia knew that she should be acting better around her roommate but it was hard. She was stuck between trying to understand what this new freedom to be whomever she wished to be was and the way she was raised to be. It seemed like Jisun wasn't the kind to particularly like either but she had also tried. It wasn't her fault that Anastasia was so... oblivious to things. Anastasia also wanted a space to grow without feeling like every learning opportunity was something she should feel ashamed about. It was hard for her to communicate these things, however. She had never been allowed to express her feelings.
As she flipped the pancake, she did it with too much force and the raw batter splattered all over the stove and her dress. Anastasia sighed. Perhaps she should've waited until after she cooked to shower.
Anastasia opened Google and looked at the logo for a long time. The Academy restricted access to what websites could be accessed on their internet servers since not everything was deepened āappropriate,ā much like a lot of schools. At home, she had open access but, of course, learning was not necessarily on her mind during those times. Now, she hated herself for not taking every second to read articles and learn instead of spending time out on the garden or figuring out how to sit on the rooftops.
Now, the internet, unrestricted at every second. There was so much left to learnā¦
After a moment she typed in yabel and then chabel. After a few tries, she finally came across what she supposed Jisun was talking about. A conglomerate of family-controlled firmsā¦ she read on the screen. She took the time to click through a few links, learning about the history of the South Korean firms, the different scandals over the years, and the biggest companies. She had heard of companies such as Samsung and was surprised to learn that they were from South Korea; she realized that she didnāt know where most products came from. Anastasia spent some more time learning about different kinds of companies. There was so much information, however, that after some time she went back to the search engineās main page.
She decided to search up something different Ramen. The images varied from bare ramen soup to more elaborate ones like Jisunās. After watching a few videos on how to make ramen, she somehow found herself getting lost amongst the videos, seeing how to make everything from no-bake strawberry cheesecake to churros to fluffy pancakes. Some of the videos didnāt have anyone speaking and, instead, focused on capturing the sounds of the kitchen. Anastasia found it both satisfying and unsettling to hear everything from the chopping to the sounds of people eating.
Anastasia ended up creating a playlist of the videos she liked. She finally went to sleep around twelve, which was much later than usual. By then, she felt the weight of exhaustion on her body like a heavy blanket.
The next day, Anastasia woke up around seven. Again, it was later than she was used to and her body was still tired. It took her a while to wake up, thankful that she didnāt have to start classes just yet. Soon, but today was another free day. She wasnāt sure what she would do yet, but she supposed it would work out.
She quickly showered, putting on a knee-long pastel purple dress and makeup, and went to the kitchen to make herself breakfast. She was going to try making dalgona coffee, which she had seen on one of the videos, and some french toast. It took her some time to locate all of the ingredients and utensils, also spotting the ramen in the walk-in pantry. Thankfully, Anastasia did know how to use the kitchen, at least the basics so that she didnāt have to burn herself every time. It wasnāt her favorite thing ever, but she supposed it would be best if she did and learned how to do different things. Following the online recipes carefully, she was flipping a banana pancake over when her phone rang.
āHello, mother,ā she said into the phone. āIām doing well. Yes, I really like the apartment, thank you. ŃŠ°Šŗ, the building is wonderful.ā
Anastasia, of course, wasnāt going to mention anything about a roommate. She also wasnāt enjoying the long list of questions and realized she hadn't called Leo yesterday.
āYes, I will be going to the university later to ensure all of the paperwork has been correctly processed. Yes, Iām signed up as a Literature major.ā
There was, also, the thing about her having changed her major last-minute during her online orientation. Since her mother didn't have access to her college account, after applications, she hadn't really been looking into it. āCan I speak to you later? I'm preparing breakfast. Of course, I am being careful. Wonderful, goodbye, mother.ā
Anastasia groaned after closing off the call. As she placed the cooked pancake on top of a small stack she had already finished, Anastasia added the last of the batter. She wondered if Jisun might want some pancakesā¦ Anastasia knew that she should be acting better around her roommate but it was hard. She was stuck between trying to understand what this new freedom to be whomever she wished to be was and the way she was raised to be. It seemed like Jisun wasn't the kind to particularly like either but she had also tried. It wasn't her fault that Anastasia was so... oblivious to things. Anastasia also wanted a space to grow without feeling like every learning opportunity was something she should feel ashamed about. It was hard for her to communicate these things, however. She had never been allowed to express her feelings.
As she flipped the pancake, she did it with too much force and the raw batter splattered all over the stove and her dress. Anastasia sighed. Perhaps she should've waited until after she cooked to shower.