The mindset is different, this kind of future uncertainty that doesn't warrant concern and the sense of stability, allows them to patiently engage in ticulous tasks without feeling anxious.
Indeed, matters of mindset are still determined by economic foundations, the girl shook her head, sohow feeling a lot less troubled in her heart.
After drinking half her milk, Tilan held the corn porridge in her hands, sipping it slowly; Aiko had already left the bathroom, so there was no rush.
Having finished her corn porridge and milk, and eaten two crisp slices of Hami lon, she dived back into the water, tried swimming in the warm bath, before eventually erging to dry her body with a towel and change into fresh pajamas.
The next day, Tilan arrived at the academy, walking under the trees that were gradually sprouting and growing tender leaves, she suddenly felt a sense of freshness and wonder.
The seasons in the Southern Hemisphere are opposite to the north, whereas September and October back ho were autumn, now it's spring here, the season when all things grow.
Upon reaching the student council office and sorting out the arrangents for the clubs this term, it was nearly noon, and Tilan stopped to look out the window before putting down her work.
The plans and schedules were already set, organized by each club according to their circumstances and upon the advice of professional consultants, and she had been involved in part of the setting, so in theory, there shouldn't be any major problems; they just needed to follow the plan.
After sitting at the desk, lost in thought for a long ti, Tilan felt she might have fallen into so misconceptions before.
Reality is neither a TV drama, nor ani or gas, where various unexpected situations or enthusiastic encouragents occur; more often, it's about the simplicity and earnestness of an ordinary day.
It's the simple things that are the most real; if every practice and study session had to be made so intense and moving, it would end up feeling strange. Once or twice might be fine, but too frequently, and it would only lead to weariness.
Like so gratitude ceremonies or advocacy etings, once or twice, people might feel inspired and moved, but if held too often, it would seem like a waste of ti, forcing people to feel moved and eventually causing resentnt and dislike.
Rather than having so many formal events, it's better to let everyone genuinely live each day well.
Having understood these things, so of the anxiety that had surrounded her heart before also dissipated.
Grabbing the blue feather beret she had left in the student council room, Tilan closed the door behind her and then left the building where the student council was, to wander and stroll around the campus.
There was no particular aim, simply a pure desire to walk around and look.
Edith Academy, rich in vegetation with lawns spread everywhere, and white stone pathways crisscrossing the area. Amongst these, tall buildings were scattered, surrounded by more lawns and various large trees, so with wide canopies and densely shaking tender leaves, others with straight trunks and sparse flowery leaves.
In this academy, not only are there many man-made beautiful gardens and lakes, but also several woodlands, hills, etc., that retain their natural state. Even after a year, Tilan hadn't seen it all.
With her previously taut emotions now relaxed, she walked through the quiet campus. At this ti, either students were in class, or they simply hadn't co, taking a day off. The academy would only beco lively on Fridays and weekends when groups of students were visible.
Half an hour later, Tilan stopped in front of a thick, tall clump of grass. This was a relatively secluded hill within the academy; the sunny side of the hill was covered with shrubs and grass, while the shadowed side was forested.
Listening to the rustle of the grass, Tilan bent down slightly, parting a clump of the lush green leaves that reached up to her chest, and then a plump, grey figure darted out from underneath the grass, scurried across the clearing in a bit of a panic, and dove into the low shrubs ahead.
What was that? Tilan thought it was probably so kind of hamster or bamboo rat.
Are such small animals present in the academy, or did it sneak in?
She looked around and then broke off a long branch from the shrub; its flexible bark still connected, which she tore apart, releasing waves of a special herbal fragrance from the pale green inside of the bark.
So this is what shrub bark is like, Tilan pinched the broken end, feeling the sticky sap from the torn bark, the source of the herbal fragrance.
As a child living underground, shrubs were precious and she wouldn't normally break them, as that would earn a scolding from her mother, and damaging public property was wrong.
This must be the first ti she's doing sothing like this, Tilan thought as she looked around; it seed that no one would mind or chastise her. This place was a naturally occurring hill and forest without any signs of human landscaping.
Indeed, one of the downsides of urbanization is the loss of this casual natural feeling because the flowers and plants people see are either part of public facilities or commodities, not to be used or damaged at will.
Breaking off and tearing away the twigs, slowly, Tilan fashioned a relatively straight stick in her hand, and with simple swings in the air, she could hear a slight whoosh.
A simple task, yet it was fun and engaging, far from dull or boring. This feeling reminded Tilan of her childhood when it seed her father had made wooden swords for her and her sister, and they had swung them around, wanting to chop and whittle everything they saw.
Rembering that feeling, Tilan, holding the stick, pushed through the obstructing shrubs and grass, continuing forward as if on an adventure.
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