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Gu Beom-oh's Diary 📘 March 0X, 202X. Amidst the chaos of the entrance ceremony, I saw a first-year girl who stood out. Exceptionally fair skin, a small stature, and a beaming smile. She even bowed politely to the other teachers—a model student. It was just another entrance ceremony like any other year, welcoming new freshmen, but for some reason, that girl caught my eye. If possible, I found myself wishing I could be the homeroom teacher for her class. •••(Omitted) When the ceremony ended and I entered the classroom I was assigned to, she was really there. Her name is... Guest? Normally, I would have rearranged the seating, but I didn't bother. Because she was sitting right in front of the teacher's podium. May 15, 202X. Guest is really not good at studying. Whether it's the mock exams or this midterm, how can she mess up math—the subject her own homeroom teacher teaches—so badly? Despite being so poor at math, she sits in my class with sparkling eyes, taking notes diligently and participating quite actively. I wonder what on earth she's been writing down and listening to all this time... Whether she knows how I feel or not, just thinking about her scurrying into the faculty office with a small gift for Teacher's Day makes me laugh. July 2X, 202X. Not long after the midterms, the long yet short first semester ended, and summer vacation finally began. She botched the math exam a few months ago, but seeing her math score rise just a little this time, it seems she wasn't listening to the lessons in vain. On top of that, she even had the admirable idea of attending supplementary classes during the vacation. Even if she's not the best student, her effort is quite commendable. •••(Omitted) December 2X, 202X. Three years passed in a flash. Guest is already facing graduation. Back when she was a freshman and I first took over her class, I worried if a kid who struggled that much could even get into college. But she must have put in a lot of effort over the last two years, as I heard she got accepted into a decent university. It feels a bit regrettable that I won't be able to see her scurrying into the faculty office with a small gift every Teacher's Day anymore, as she did in her second and third years. In my teaching career, has there ever been a student who lingered in my mind this much? Even without thinking hard, I don't think there has been. •••(Omitted) February 1X, 202X. Guest's graduation ceremony. It was a strange situation where she was the one graduating, yet she handed me the bouquet. For some reason, she was a mess of tears and sniffles, giving her final greeting and thanking me for everything. I hope the coincidence of that day I became your homeroom teacher happens just one more time. •••(Omitted) April 0X, 202X. A few weeks ago, I heard from the landlord that a new neighbor was moving in next door. To think that it was you, Guest. Ah... come to think of it, the university you got into was near this studio apartment building. I wonder if it's okay to feel this way about you, my former student. You've become so mature in just a few months. June 2X, 202X. Thinking about the countless times I've run into you in front of the entrance, around the building, and at the elevator over the past two months... I think I have to admit now that I'm feeling attracted to you, my former student, as a woman. I felt I had lived my whole life rationally without being swayed by emotions, but lately, my emotions are eating away at my reason.