After Satoshi and Molly’s wedding hoopla had died down, Bebe turned in her further education intent letter to the school where she was currently employed as a teacher’s aide and they granted her the time. Which was great because her only other option was to say “I quit.” And anyhow, the school being just fine with her post-secondary schooling said. “Here ya go, enjoy your unpaid sabbatical for four years.
Well, at least, at the end of it she would be a teacher in a specialty that would pay her a decent wage.
Haruo and River were starting to pack for university. Haruo was vascillating between the offer from the school for a sports scholarship or doing sciences; he was going to stay as far away from chemistry as possible – he didn’t want to turn the school lab into a smoking ruin. And considering the advanced chemicals and reactive elements that university chemistry students worked with, the devastation wrought on the lab could potentially have a damage radius of up to ten miles with the surrounding area glowing a luminescent green. Needless to say; a little uranium goes a long way.
The fact that post-secondary school, also known as university or colleges in some parts of the world, was nearly upon them was an exhilarating feeling. It was the feeling of freedom, of new opportunities to explore and live life as young adults albeit knowing that no-one cared if they did reasonably well, succeeded more than their wildest dreams or failed spectacularly.
University was a stepping stone to real life, that attendance at classes assignment completion and doing well on tests was on their shoulders; their own responsibility. No-one was going to look over their shoulder to see what they were doing, to castigate them for poor attendance, for slacking off and not doing their work. They needed to do this work for themselves and hone themselves into successful adults who would make an impact in the world.
They would make an imprint on life as life would make their impression on them.
River was ready to go. She was as impatient as a racehorse in the stocks waiting for the gate to swing open so she could run full-tilt down the course. That anxiety and eagerness translated into checking and double-checking her scores on her aptitude test to make sure that they were right and counting down the days until they headed off to UBC.
And River, being her loving self, was going to wind her boyfriend, now fiance, into knots throughout their time at university so that he would essentially beg to get married as soon as they got home. That is if Satoshi hadn’t populated the town with French-Chikamoris by then. If that was the case, they would have to just find themselves their own island to populate.
Just the thought of all that populating made River woohooally frustrated. Maybe she could drag Haruo into the shower? Or would the frustration she felt make that first time they coupled intimately even better? Anyhow, all that would have to wait till she got to university where they would ultimately decide the direction of their lives. And how they would ultimately live it. But they definitely had plans to go to see different countries before she ended up pregnant with their first child.
Pregnancy had always been a consideration even though they hadn’t really talked about children very much. Haruo liked the idea of having children and River and Haruo both having been only children meant that for the most part they’d only had each other as siblings. They wanted their own children to have blood-siblings. And they’d just wasted three years of post-secondary life waiting on Molly and Satoshi to get their kid out and into toddler stage meaning that the three younger young adults were pushing twenty-two. They would be pushing twenty six by the time they graduated university and River worried that her best child-bearing years would be behind her. Or would it?
Sandi French, Molly’s little urchin had always talked a little crazy, but lately she’d been yammering about a young-again potion that she said she’d discovered. Considering the fact that Sandi liked to stand on chairs and posture regally carrying on royal airs as well as sitting on the couch making engine noises like a race-car driver, wearing biking helmet and goggles; no-one put stock in the idea that she could have conceivably come up with a potion to significantly prolong life.
Maybe they might try it on a whim but as far as they were concerned no such thing existed in any frame of the imagination and anyone who waxed on too much about such things would be liable to end up in the nuthouse.
Were they prepared for everything that they would encounter at university? The school-work and balancing leisure activities with studying. University was primarily a learning atmosphere but a lot of young students liked to experiment socially to see what relationships were like. River already had found the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and she wasn’t going there to experiment. She just wanted him so badly that when they got to their dorm room, she wanted to lock the door, push him on the bed and have her merry way with him, mutually taking each other’s respectability, She let out a frustrated sigh which caught Bebe’s attention.
"You just want to ride his cock, don’t you?” Bebe smirked at her amatorially frustrated and discombobulated friend, being directly lewd for the first time. They were young adults who were of legal age of consent. It shouldn’t shock River.
"Bebe!"
"What? Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about that." Bebe teased.
"Well, it's kinda hard not to think about it with you and Torao playing hide-the-banana in the shower every chance you two get. We hear you, you know." River shot back irritably.
"Oh, he’s amply endowed." Bebe elaborated on Torao’s amatory prowess and gave River a wink. "Considering he and Haruo are related..." she ventured on with a teasing tone in her voice.
River narrowed her eyes at Bebe. Oh, River knew all-too-well Haruo was well-endowed. When they slept at night together in the bed, it was hard to not curl up spooned together and she could feel his cock sheathed in his jockeys that he wore to bed when he pressed up against her for warmth and comfort. And the warmth of her own body tantalized his cock to the poit where he was erect and hard against her ass when they spooned in their sleep. River shivered in anticipation at the thought of just pulling down her panties; pulling down the front of his jockeys to free him and letting his unsheathed cock slide into her and pump her until she screamed her release as he poured himself into her. For heaven’s sake, all this talk about the size of her boyfriend’s member was making her wet with the need for Haruo to fuck her senseless. "Will you stop, Bebe, I swear..." River muttered crossly, "It's like you have a one-track mind that keeps going on only one thing; who is going to get laid, how much they’re going to get screwed senseless and when." Bebe laughed her head off which only served to make River more cross.
"Well..." Bebe grinned at her friend, “a dirty mind is such a shame to waste.” She smirked. "Have to keep it leashed at school; don’t want to corrupt the kiddies at school with all the lewd jokes so you get to be the beneficiary of my happy thoughts." River cringed. "Miss Hart..." Bebe gestured at herself "...to her students is as pure and innocent as the driven snow." She proclaimed clasping her hand to her heart batting wide hazel eyes at her friend in visual approximation of said innocence. Bebe was stunningly pretty and River had to admit that if she didn’t know her friend better, she’d have fell for the Little Miss Innocence schtick, batting eyelashes and all.
River choked down a snort of laughter as she had another sip of coffee. "Pure and innocent..." she laughed...as soon as she got down the swig, "Yeah, Bebe, I’ll believe that when pigs fly."
"So what do you think of Ethan getting together with Lolly? I know that Lolly was sweet on Haruo at one point." Bebe said with another smirk.
River aimed a well-earned glare at Bebe, “Let’s just say that once we’re on the island, Little Miss Trollop won’t have the chance to come near my Haruo. She had no wish for that Racket, as nice as she was in comparison to her siblings, to go anywhere near her man.
"Ooh, a little jealous and possessive, are we?"
"Damn straight, hell yes!" was River’s growling reply, “Haruo is mine.” Bebe grinned at her. Engagement meant hands off to any woman other than River herself and River was prepared to stake her claim so there was no uncertainty in anyone else’s mind as to who she was with and in further clarification to anyone dumb enough to try who her man was with. Woe betide anyone else who tried to claim-jump her Haruo.
Haruo was sorting out his luggage in preparation. Clothes, he had definitive need of, a book to read during leisure, namely some obscure military tome that he’d always been interested in; namely about the US and its involvement in the Vietnam War; the wind-down happening in the first five years of his life with the eventual withdrawal of US forces in Vietnam happening in 1973 and the Fall of Saigon in 1975.
Now he was a young adult.
Canada had been both a refuge for those against the war, deserters and dissenters alike as well as a place for hawks to disparage. And Haruo was grateful that his country hadn’t been dragged into the quagmire like Australia and France or many of the now mid-thirty to mid-forty somethings would have been killed in those same fields that the American Gis and Marines had died in. It was in these same late Eighties years that the talk of the Vietnam Memorial being constructed was starting to take place.
Haruo wasn’t sure about what else to take with him to dorm at UBC. There had always been model kits including an F-15 Eagle kit that he’d wanted to build but unfortunately his skills weren’t all that great to begin with in terms of building. A lack of patience along with a desire to see the completed bird wasn’t conducive to building a museum quality piece. So since he was going to university to study, he would leave his model airplanes at home.
What else was there really, food and snacks? He could readily get those at the grocery store near UBC. There was a sports shop where he could get hockey equipment when he needed it, tape, sticks, skates, pads etc.
If he was going to take the sports scholarship, he might as well play for the school team. He knew he didn’t have the talent to get drafted to the NHL. At best he would be a third-line plug forward who could potentially be counted on to get the puck on net two, maybe three times in a blue moon. What he did do well with his stocky big but short frame and his mean attitude on the ice was rack up PIMs (penalties in minutes). If someone went after one of his team’s star players, he’d be right in there throwing right hooks to the player’s face with his left grabbing the offending player’s jersey to hold him in place.
Five for fighting, possibly a ten-minute game misconduct and ejection for instigating too – maybe if the team was unlucky, he’d get a suspension.
Torao looked over at his cousin. “So, what do you think of playing hockey for the Thunderbirds?”
“It’ll keep me from going completely stark-raving nuts.” was Haruo’s response. Torao’s and Bebe’s explorations in congress would be enough to drive anyone stark-raving insane who was within earshot. Hence the reason why River was wound up as tight as a drum kit – it was as a result of listening to Bebe and Torao going at it in the shower and the fact that they (River and Haruo) were abstaining served to frustrate her to no end.
Frankly the fact that Bebe wasn’t in the family way yet was surprising enough. At least they were using protection as far as Haruo knew. Evidently they didn’t want an unexpected happy happy bundle of joy joy which would proceed to stench up their dormitory and force the Chancellor of UBC to ask if it might be possible to defer her education; quite possibly until the ankle-biter was twenty.
Ah but such were preparations to go away to university. Lots of oopportunity to find one’s vocation in life and with a switch of vowels, it could be defined as a temporary escape from reality; namely the sour fact that Bebe would be coming back to a classroom filled with non-listening, non-cooperating juveniles who wanted to upstage you and be the center of attention...
...and that was just the teachers.
The kids at the school or at least the recalcitrant ones could drive one to drink hard alcohol 80 proof. When Bebe graduated university, she could become a high-school teacher and eventually aspire to higher levels much like Haruo’s un-lamented malignant late mother though Bebe had a much softer touch in terms of guiding the student body and coaxing them to higher levels of learning. At least she would do her job with the enjoyment of teaching rather than the mind-twisting and malevolent intentions of Haruo’s late mother towards her charges back when the witch was alive.
River had no idea of what was to come in terms of her post-secondary academics. Would she be studying the works of Renoir, the paintings of Michelangelo, the mind-bending output of Picasso or the weird and wacky modernist style of Andy Warhol. She had no aspirations to be like any of them.
In other words, she preferred the happy little trees of Bob Ross, ex-United States Air Force Master Sergeant and former drill instructor, who, in any case, had a blinding revelation and decided that he would no longer yell at anyone and never did again after viewing a tableau of grizzlies calmly fishing in a stream nearby against a backdrop of majestic mountains filled with happy little trees; picked up paint and brush and never looked back.
So River was planning to study the artworks of the great Masters and glean what esoteric knowledge of light and brush technique was available to her.
Monet, Raphael; all would be covered in those textbooks; the painting techniques of the great masters mastered and it would all boil down to Bob Ross and his happy little trees.
Torao was headed towards the science route and he was looking at getting a job at the Landgraab Science Center which hopefully would help in terms of income into the family coffers. Torao wasn’t a dreamer like his dad, his step-mother or River; he and Haruo were practically minded and dreams were nothing more than the subconscious working out an obvious solution to a problem in one’s downtime. There were no practical reasons for a dreamsince that was all that remained unless you got off your duff and did something about it.
Torao knew that science was a practical subject in his field. At least if he became a research assistant, he’d be making quite a few simoleons. Torao would let Haruo do the fishing and some of the gardening since he would have to be at the lab most of the time. Hopefully some of the opportunities would fall to either one of them and it didn’t hurt to have them both do gardening. At least the Watcher would be looking over them and Torao could pray for good fortune.
“So what do you plan to do, Torao?” asked Haruo as he tossed a few more t-shirts into his luggage that he was taking to UBC.
“I’m going into he sciences department.” Torao said as he looked over at his cousin. “Horticultural studies would come in handy in any case, especially if I plan to garden. I could use that knowledge to better the quality of my plants.”
“Just make sure you don’t genetically design a Triffid...” Haruo jibed or you might bring about the end of humanity.” He was only partially joking. There were rumors of plant-beings, essentially people that looked like plants who live off water and sunk themselves into the ground to rejuvenate. It was eerie and unsettling to know that there were those amongst human society who were not of their kind. Most, it was said, were normal law-abiding citizens who went about their every-day business doing whatever they needed to do to survive: grocery shopping, laundry, paying bills, going to work.
But then again, there were that few that loved to make life hell for other people, the evil ones whose idea of fun was poisoning others or seriously hurting them. Those were the ones who deserved a good dose of weed-killer.
Haruo had no dealings with plant-people nor did he want to. But he knew that he would be going to a school now that drew in many from all walks of life. Or should he say life-forms?
Needless to say, the University of British Columbia would be an eye-opening experience. And as such he would need to keep his prejudices in check.
Haruo put on some Handel on his stereo; a love of classical music he’d inherited from his father though he preferred Baroque music. The rondo form fromthe first movement of the Op. 6 Number 10 in D minor filled the air. That particular Concerto Grosso was one of his favorites. The complicated passages intersected with each other in an amazing counterpoint only surpassed by that of J.S. Bach.
“You love that stuff, don’t you?” Torao commented.
“Yeah.” Haruo stated grinning. “Can’t get into the stuff that they’re playing on the airwaves nowadays.”
“Oh, c’mon. Tell me that you don’t like Iron Maiden.”
“It’s not my first choice to listen to if I had a choice in the matter.” Haruo retorted. “Rock music is so...pedestrian.” He found the perfect description. Yup, it hit a nerve...with Torao.
“Classical snob.”
“Plebeian.” Haruo shot back.
“You should have taken music.” Torao rejoindered, “You would be in good company...” He smirked. “...with all the other snobs.”
“Very funny, egghead.” Haruo snickered. “Really rich coming from someone who’s going to have his head stuck in a lab coat and Erlenmeyer flask for four years straight.”
Perhaps it would have turned into an all-out argument, but it was interrupted by River and Bebe, the former of; put her arms around Haruo, put her head on Haruo’s right shoulder and said, “Oh, that’s beautiful, is that a piece of classical music that you’re listening to?”
Haruo and Torao settled for sticking their tongues out at each other. In insult as each were taken in arms by their respective fiancees.
River kissed her fiancee as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m looking forward to getting out of this house and heading off to university.” She proclaimed. Ever since that heavy petting session prior to Bebe’s grad ceremony, Haruo and River had been watched with eagle-eyed intensity by Fiona and Yasunobu who were all of the opinion that woohoo was reserved for the marriage bed and not for anything prior to their nuptials.
Unlike Bebe and Torao whose parents didn’t really hold to the notions that the marriage bed was sanctified and that woohoo was therefore forbidden. Satoshi was easy-going in that regards owing as to how he’d progenitored Torao. And well, Bebe’s mother and father, now living down the block, were too busy with their respective careers to care about whether their daughter was playing “Dr. Touchy-Feely Chiropractor” with her fiance. And of course Bebe and Torao took it to the next level. When their bedroom door was shut, it was implicitly understood that you didn’t knock on their door let alone go into their room unless you wanted to see them in flagrante delicto.
The Next Morning
Meanwhile Molly had three children under the age of six and she decided unilaterally that Sandi had to depart. Frankly, it was rather upsetting to Sandi, but Molly had her hands full with Sally and Diane and considering the concerns the pediatrician had expressed about Sandi’s need for attention and personal growth, Sandi was headed for the School of Peace and Love headed by the Baghwan Shree Rajneesh; and unfortunately for Sandi, she was stuck having to go. There was no way out. It was Molly’s responsibility and when she side-stepped that responsibility, unfortunately there wasn’t a way for others to intervene especially at that time in history. Well, she had played the piper and she decided that she wasn’t going to pay her dues; after all, she had a career to consider as a chef and she had two other little ones to raise...so poor Sandi got the short end of the stick. Yes, it was unfair, but that was life especially with a mother that only cared about what she wanted in life.
Molly was a hedonistic party animal and thus really wasn’t family oriented. Sandi was a result of a quick romp in the hay with a guy that she really didn’t care about, but ended up taking to her bed regardless because she felt like she wanted some fun. Unfortunately that fun stayed with her and she wasn’t enjoying it. Parenting was drudgery for her and when the advertisement for the School of Peace and Love came across her doorstep, she decided to take full advantage of it and at the first available opportunity sent Sandi packing.
It was nine-o’clock that Sandi was picked up by the boarding school taxi and she didn’t say a word to anyone. The haunted look in her eyes about how her mother could do this to her was telling enough and it would be a long time before she would ever say anything to her mother ever again.
River was furious and she swore up and down that she would never ever do that to any of her children. What children came from her loins were hers and Haruo’s and they would never, ever send any of them away.
Bebe had dragged Torao into the bathroom and was quietly stripping him down to a state of no clothes, all the while removing her own. She wanted her fiance; all of him, and she wasn’t about to wait. She only let him go long enough to turn on the shower. Her fiancee’s eyes opened wide as she slid down the wall to her knees and her hands started questing for him. Torao’s head nearly exploded as he felt sensations as Bebe made him more limp than a noodle.
River and Haruo, on the other hand, headed out to their usual haunt up in Pinochle Pond cherishing the time they had with each other before they dove head-first into post-secondary studies. At twenty-two, they’d saved themselves for each other and it was getting frustrating for both of them because they wanted each other so much. Nestling into Haruo’s arms, River gazed at the pond.
“I’m so glad that Molly’s kids are at the stage where they are just about ready to age up and go to pre-school. But it certainly puts a crimp in our time-table; doesn’t it?” River complained. Haruo understood completely. They’d had to defer their own education so that Molly and Satoshi had ready child-care ever since Satoshi had accidentally left one of his daughters in yard. River was definitely not happy about it, However River had managed to master her painting in the meantime.
Haruo nodded, “Well, ...” he paused for a long moment. With his mother, roadblocks were to be expected and an obstacle to be worked around. But she was no longer interfering in his life as she had no life of her own period, unless one considered the afterlife a life. Haruo noticed that his uncle and Molly tended to be self-absorbed and living for the moment. And sometimes things tended to slip their minds. He understood why his father was so adamant to have other sets of eyes watching over the twins. However it certainly didn’t help their case as it delayed their education. “...you know you can never tell when roadblocks are going to pop up. We’ll just have to go with the flow, right?”
“it annoys me because if we had gone to university upon graduation, we’d be done by now and enroute to getting married.” River pouted a bit; then she leaned in closer and whispered sensuously in Haruo’s ear. “And I wouldn’t be so frustrated right now about wanting to jump your bones.” She flicked her tongue out and lightly licked his ear-lobe.
“Watcher, River...” Haruo gasped, his consternation belied by a merry twinkle in his eye, “that’s scandalous.”
“Hmmph...” her offended pout looked so cute. Haruo took her into his arms and started kissing her and it was far less innocent kisses than when they had first admitted their feelings for one another.
Duelling tongues and questing hands. River looked up at Haruo, pupils dilated, her lips parted. “You don’t know just how much I want to say to hell with it and have you screw me senseless.” she sighed deeply. “Every time I feel your body against me...” She trailed off...then somehow found the words. “I just want you to rip my clothes off and have your way with me.”
Haruo felt the same way but he knew it would be much more special if they waited; that their first time in the marriage bed would bring them to an utter peak.
They contented themselves with heavy petting and sat gazing at the water hoping that this year was the one that would make their post-secondary education at university a reality.
“What do you plan to do for extracurricular activities at university?” Haruo peered at her with a questioning gaze.
“I don’t know.” River stated. “I know I have to do a well-rounded arts degree; not just painting, guitar and writing. University Chorus is looking for singers. So I thought I might try out for it. Maybe get a spot as a second soprano. And it’ll fill a spot as an elective course.”
“Sounds interesting.” Haruo said as he looked deep into his fiancee’s eyes.
“Why don’t you audition too?” River suggested as she stroked his arm. “You were in high-school choir and they could use a few more basses. It seems the lower end male voices are always needed.”
“I’ll see depending on how my science and athletic course-loads are. I may join pending that, depending on the need for basses and baritones.” River snuggled into his arms as he said this and she looked up at him.
“It’ll be so romantic.” River purred. “Y’know they say the bathroom always has the best acoustics of any room in the house, second only to the stairwell.” Haruo raised an eyebrow laced with innuendo. “Stop that or I’m going to drag you into the stairwell and have my merry way with you. And if the acoustics are as good as they say, everyone will know exactly what we’re doing in the dorm stairwells.” She gave him a loving squeeze.
“I love you.” Haruo whispered in River’s ear.
“You know I love you too.” River whispered back as Haruo gathered her in an intimate embrace. River raised her right hand to caress her fiance’s cheek and Haruo leaned his forehead against River’s “...oh so much, my love.” It was a classic tableau of young love; two young lovers embraced in a tranquil setting, their focus on nothing other than each other.
Back at the house
Torao grinned widely as he tried not to inhale the water from the spray of the shower. Their machinations in the shower had always been an intimate part of their relationship when they weren’t having passionate woohoo in bed. Frankly, Bebe was putty in Torao’s hands and they had explored every single part of each other’s body. It never grew old. Woohoo was just the icing on the cake that was their passionate relationship.
“You always make me feel like a beautiful woman...” Bebe said, her face buried in Torao’s bare wet shoulder, dripping with the shower spray over both of their bodies.
“You are a beautiful woman.” Torao whispered in her ear. “You’re beautiful both inside and out.”
She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. “Well...I’m certainly lucky to have you, Torao...and frankly...it’s a good thing that I have an income that will cover the cost of the pill, since...I can’t get enough of you.”
That morning was the day that Sandi was picked up for her ride to the School of Peace and Love and frankly, the way that she was unceremoniously told to go stand out on the street and wait for the taxi by Molly was deflating to the rest of the family who pretty much had nurtured their own children from infancy to young adulthood. One never stopped being a parent and if Molly was about to do that to her own flesh and blood, well, there wasn’t a maternal bone in Molly French’s body.
...and it was on that rather suck-the-air-out-of-the-balloon note that the four young adults were headed off to university. With all the packing done and out of the way...it was just a matter of making sure that everything was together.
The four soon-to-be university students and Franz left the house soon after leaving only the adults and toddlers at the house to do whatever it was that adults do when the children are away. A long journey awaited the young adults who were headed up to UBC, especially on the weekends where the #1 Highway was jam-packed with people trying to go out of town and the main thing was trying to get from point A to point B without ending up in a fender-bender. As it was they decided to take Highway 1a...through the Massey Tunnel and onwards towards Richmond from there, they would take the Cambie Bridge and head into Vancouver and towards Point Grey and the University Endowment lands.
When they reached the University Endowment Lands, it was cloudy and miserable; the skies grey and threatening to open up with a deluge. They had left a Sunset Valley farther up the Fraser Valley which was in a downpour. The rain had tapered off as they moved farther up the coast to Vancouver proper and they were now renting a §818.00/mo rental of an entire house, a three-bedroom home, two-levels and they would have Sunday to themselves before starting their first semester of university. They even had a garage where if they so chose, they could buy their first car and store it so that they could get to university classes on time.
“Wow!” was the exclamation from the four as they were handed the keys to their new accommodation on the university campus. These were nice digs, Torao thought as he looked the bluish-grey house, a two storey three bedroom in the University Lands area of Lower Mainland BC.
“Not bad…man”. Haruo said “Lay me five. bud…”. He high-fived his cousin. “We just landed like cats in the cream.” He looked around at the house’s exterior, it was mostly plain grass, no trees except for one large oak; it would be a simple chore of making sure that the leaves were raked up and that was just a matter of regular maintenance of the house whose condition they had been entrusted during their tenancy.
Of course, while the cat was away, the mice will play and Torao and Bebe got “busy” in one of the bedrooms while Haruo was hungry and decided to make some pancakes. He was also hoping that he would progress in his cooking and start to learn more recipes. However his main focus was going to be playing the blue-line in his role as number four defenceman for the UBC Thunderbirds.
River sighed looking over at her fiancé who was slavishly cooking over the Simmer-Char, a stove that had a propensity to turn into a conflagration the second one’s attention was drawn away from the task of cooking. Frankly it was a menace, but unfortunately the expense of upgrading the stove in a place that they weren’t staying long-term was not going to be worth it. When he was done, he made the wait worthwhile by taking her into his arms and kissing her. The makeout session was absolutely amazing and they decided to head upstairs, keeping their clothes on however.
River asked him, “Are you sure we want to wait till marriage?” she purred, as she ran a finger down his chest and that touch made Haruo wish that he hadn’t made that promise of abstinence until marriage.
There were a great many things to do at University: sign-in was at the head office and they had a week’s window to get fully settled in and get ready for the semester to start. They managed to fully move in by Sunday and were acclimating to being up at Point Grey searching out the things that they needed to know about the area – where the grocery store was, where the UBC Bookstore was. Then they would head up to the administration and sign up for courses.
Haruo and Bebe headed over to the lake to fish for some dinner after getting a fishing license at the local bait shop. River decided to use the house’s easel to paint a large painting and Torao decided to use one of the house’s computers to experiment with writing.
Were they ready to dive into the next part of their education? Post-secondary education was certainly going to be a grind...at least for the next four years. The urge to not rush into things was great and Haruo was certainly feeling that. Was he ready for the grind? Was he prepared to stick nose to grind-stone and get ahead in life?
It all remained to be seen.
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