Chronicles of Vows by the Sea and Mountains

A collection of short stories.

Every story is a sweet little tale.

One adorable short story updated each week.

Junior, this is all your senior can do for you.

1. Senior Brother is graduating and leaving tomorrow. With tears in his eyes, he grasps his junior's hand and gives him some heartfelt advice.

Senior Brother: Junior, when you're welcoming the new students, choose carefully. Don't take the handsome ones, or their looks will blind you and you'll be easy to fool. Don't take science students, either. They're good at both studying and getting things done, and in this information age, news travels fast. You've only got one body, after all. Don't take anyone about your height, either. Kids these days are far too jealous. And don't take anyone who can cook. One good meal means a whole week of watery porridge...

Junior: Senior Brother, someone just called looking for you. It was the School of Mathematics and Statistics. They said you should come eat...

2. It was a rare sunny day in winter. The junior worked hard, carrying his quilt back and forth to spread it out on the balcony. He had just laid it down when a bucket of water came pouring from upstairs.

Junior A: Who the hell is so rotten they pour water downstairs?!

Junior B: Forget it, there's no way to catch whoever did it now... That quilt probably won't dry today. You can share my bed tonight.

Junior A: The bastard better hope I never catch him! It must have been him last week, too!

Upstairs, the senior held his bucket and thought to himself: Junior, this is all your senior can do for you...

3. I was studying late into the night for my graduate school entrance exam, right on the verge of a breakdown, when I suddenly heard sounds from next door: "Mm... mm... ah, ah... don't..." Snap! The last thread in my mind broke.

I pounded on the wall with my fist. "Hey, next door! I've got an exam coming up! If you keep making noise, I'm calling the police!" I felt a lot better after saying that, then sat down and started studying again. The room next door fell quiet, too.

Some time later, after I'd taken my exam, I was lying in bed when something just didn't feel right. I sat up, climbed out of bed, and pounded on the wall again. "Hey, juniors next door! My exam's over. You can take the towels out of your mouths now. I'm not calling the police!"

I lay back down, feeling very proud of my own generosity. Junior, this is all your senior can do for you...

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