“Your writing is amazing namjoon” my teacher cheered out loud making me feel kind of nervous but good at the same time. “I’m glad to hear that,” I told her. “So what are you gonna do with that kind of talent of yours?” She asked me. That’s when I froze for a second. I haven’t thought about what I wanted to do when I finish high school but it’s a good time to start thinking since it’s my last year of high school. “I haven’t thought about that, ” I answered. My teacher sighed and went digging through her desk. I watched her sigh heavily and change her expression from a happy person to someone who is pissed off. “Sorry, for interrupting but, what are you looking for?” I asked. She glanced up at me with a huge smile planted on her face and got off her seat, standing up straight and dusting something off her clothing. “Just a paper” she sighed at first. “You mean, that one?” I pointed at the paper that was hanging on the chalkboard. “Oh, yes that one” My teacher went to grab it. “There are many journalist jobs and look this one might be better” She showed me the paper and handed her finger on one of the journalist jobs but I was more interested in a different one. “How about the auditions for Bighit”