The golden weekend that had felt like it would last forever finally came to an end.
And, right on schedule, Monday returned—uninvited as always.
Logically, after two days of rest, I should've felt refreshed and full of energy.
Instead, my body felt like a sack of sand, heavy and unwilling to move.
I sighed.
"I just want to graduate already…"
But that was still a distant dream for a freshman who had enrolled barely a week ago.
Accepting that grim reality, I trudged along the familiar path toward the academy.
Around me, other students wore the same dead-eyed expressions.
It seemed the hatred for Monday transcended worlds—it was universal.
As I fought off my sleepiness and dragged my feet forward—
Thud.
"Ah! I'm sorry."
Lost in thought, I had accidentally bumped shoulders with someone coming from the opposite direction. Startled, I bowed my head slightly and apologized right away.
