Reason 3: She Shows Great Spirit In The Face Of Challenges (4)

Accounting.

It's second semester and this is the subject I've been waiting for since I transferred to this school!

Oh how I love this strand! Especially when we started journalizing transactions to the general journal and the special journals!

I admit that it's hard and confusing sometimes as we are new to the world of accounting, but hey! It's my favorite subject!

"Rae, can you teach me about this?"

"Is this right, Rae?"

"Rae? Where should I put this transaction?"

"I wish I had your brain, Rae."

"Can I take you home, Rae? Where do you even get that intelligence of yours?"

I can't help it but smirk while hearing those comments of my classmates.

My competitive personality is getting satisfied with their feedbacks, and my confidence with myself is soaring high.

They need me. They need me. They need me.

Sometimes, whenever I finished my journals, I would look around the room to see the twisted expressions of my classmates while trying to fit the transactions to their rightful journals.

I am a person who can easily understand and learn something, so learning the basic principles of Accounting is as easy as pie for me.

Some of my classmates looked like they wanted to cry. There are some who's peeking at the answers of their seatmate to copy. And the others made the individual activity into a group activity. They are also discussing their answers with the others, and the thing is, they are debating on who's answer is correct.

It's feeding my ego.

I know it's wrong to be happy at other's sadness, but I just feel so satisfied that they needed me.

I no longer need to lay low. It's my time to shine!

Shine, as my seatmate, of course took a lot of my blessings and kindness.

She occupied most of my time as I taught her what I understood from our teacher's lesson, which I guess helped her because it's more detailed and accurate.

There are also others who are trying to sit next to me, but are driven away by Shine because our table is clearly getting cramped, and she can't do her journals with a cramped environment.

Shine is a smart person, so she easily understood my words. She learned fast, and after a few minutes, she can already stand in her own two feet.

I was about to roam around the room to help the needy when I heard her voice.

I froze from where I stood.

Calm down, Rae. She's not your seatmate anymore so you don't have the responsibility to answer her beck and call. The seating arrangement already changed.

"Rae, can you help me with this? I'm getting confused on which account I should put this transaction," she said, and with her tone, I knew that she's really confused.

I robotically looked at her.

I gulped. Relax, Rae. She's just behind you.

My heart beat faster than usual.

I'm also getting sweaty palms and it is so not comfortable.

In the few weeks that she didn't talk to me since the changing of seating arrangement, this is the first time that she took the initiative to talk to me.

 But my frozen state just froze more when I noticed her sitting beside me with her columnar pad, pencil and calculator.

She exchanged seats with Shine, as Shine already knew how to do her transactions.

I don't even have the strength to deny her questions with her beside me.

Damn it, Shine! You sold me when you don't need me anymore!

I repeatedly answered her queries while observing her face scrunched up in confusion.

I don't even care when my classmates are busy bickering with each other and are asking me if the other was correct or not.

I didn't even entertain the other who are also asking for help.

It just feels like here in the room, there's only her and me.

It's like we own the place.

"Why did I even take ABM as my strand? Aish. It's so hard," I heard her whisper in annoyance while also counting if she did her balance sheet correctly.

I can't avoid it but feel that she's so cute, especially when her dimples deepen even with her gritting her teeth in annoyance of the unbalanced balance sheet.

She's like an eye candy. I can't get enough of watching her. Especially when she tries to scratch the back of her head because she made a mistake while counting.

"Ho! You can do this, Blessie! You can pass this challenge. You will be a lawyer in the future," she tried to cheer herself.

It's not unknown to all of us that her mother works in a court, and that she also wants to be like her mother.

Hais. I wish I will also have a daughter like her in the future.

Her mother is really lucky to have this self-motivating ice queen.