She sat there, finishing her meal, while I stirred my hot chocolate. The silence was prevailing... and then suddenly, I thought, why not ask now? So I raised my mug, partly obscuring her view of my face.
"So, should I take the LAE*?" I asked her for the nth time this semester.
"When is it?"
"November 12 is the deadline of submission of forms. Should I take it?"
"Why, sure. Yes."
"But I don't want to. I want to take up another degree. But not law." It's not that I didn't believe I could handle it. I know I could.
"You don't want to be a lawyer? What do you want to take up?" Taking up law is fine, but... I doubt if I would have as much fun as taking up --
"Film. I want to take up Film." There. I said it.
"Film? Why do you want that?"
"Well, I want to be a filmmaker. But not now. I'll take it up after a year. First, I'll be volunteering. And then I'll go to film school."
She was finishing the last of her meal. I looked at her, finding a response. But she just stood up and brought her plate to the kitchen. I restrained myself from asking "Is that okay? Are my plans okay with you?"
I remained seated and sipped my chocolate. I figured she still must be processing this. I smiled to myself, knowing I have a lot to process myself.
"So, should I take the LAE*?" I asked her for the nth time this semester.
"When is it?"
"November 12 is the deadline of submission of forms. Should I take it?"
"Why, sure. Yes."
"But I don't want to. I want to take up another degree. But not law." It's not that I didn't believe I could handle it. I know I could.
"You don't want to be a lawyer? What do you want to take up?" Taking up law is fine, but... I doubt if I would have as much fun as taking up --
"Film. I want to take up Film." There. I said it.
"Film? Why do you want that?"
"Well, I want to be a filmmaker. But not now. I'll take it up after a year. First, I'll be volunteering. And then I'll go to film school."
She was finishing the last of her meal. I looked at her, finding a response. But she just stood up and brought her plate to the kitchen. I restrained myself from asking "Is that okay? Are my plans okay with you?"
I remained seated and sipped my chocolate. I figured she still must be processing this. I smiled to myself, knowing I have a lot to process myself.
SIGH.
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