In the blink of an eye, the semester officially started. I was busy this semester because my classes were tight. Not to mention, I had a Tudor-style project that kept me even busier.
The beginning of the semester was also the peak period for painting competitions hosted by famous institutions. Each department would send out contestants.
Professor King had taken on a new task. He had no time to guide students from our department to participate in the competition. So, he decided to assign me this important task. He even talked with me about it in his office.
There were many young and promising lecturers in the college. I could tell he assigned the task to a graduate student like me because he intended to train me.
However, my courses were a bit tight. More than half of the Tudor-style project remained unfinished. I didn't have enough time. I had to think about it before deciding whether to accept it.
Before I left his office, I noticed his disappointment. I could only shy away and flee.
From that day forward, Professor King used every means possible to keep me informed of the painting competition's details. I received several planning reports in my mailbox, not to mention WhatsApp messages. There was so much news that I had to find time to read them.
Winston was the competition's student leader. Before the contestant list was finalized, he invited me to be a consultant. He praised me for being unique and stated that if I didn't help them, Jesselton College would most likely fail in this competition.
That was slightly exaggerated. I didn't think I was that capable.
I declined several times, but he pushed me forward and forced me to join the team. He cited the lofty goal of asking me to lead the juniors to higher heights and bring more honor to Jesselton College.
I had no idea how Professor King and Winston celebrated on the day I agreed to join. Anyway, he was late the next day and had been in a trance all morning.
Time became valuable to me. I gave up all other schedules and went back and forth between the classrooms, the cafeteria, the department, and the Crystal House. I was racing against time.
Colin's previously delayed projects owing to academic exchanges were rescheduled. He took many on-campus classes, which kept him busy.
Aside from going home to sleep, we hardly had time to see each other, let alone have a good chat or hug and kiss as we used to. Almost all our communication was through phones.
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