剛寫完作業,今天差不多可以停了。書桌旁邊的窗戶還沒乾,雨是停了,但路上都是水。我現在才真正坐下來,把今天記錄一下。

開學第一天,作業量比想像中多。課程一節一百分鐘,老師從頭講到尾,沒有下課鐘,只有流程。早上的雨很大,鞋子濕進裡面,褲管也濕到小腿。整天都像穿著一件沒晾乾的衣服在上課。我本來以為實驗高中的雨會比較小,結果沒有。

今天早上我第一個到校。教室還沒開,走廊很暗,警衛把鐵門打開,讓我先去處理冷氣。我拿學生證去換了一支冷氣遙控器。那支遙控器舊舊的,貼著教室編號。我當時只想趕快開好冷氣,把教室弄得像樣一點。後來就忘了。

放學之後我只想回家。雨又下來,不大,但很悶。我騎得很快,到家之後直接把書包丟在床邊,才發現褲子口袋裡沒有學生證。第一秒我還在想,今天除了教室還有哪裡用過。然後我就想起來了。冷氣遙控器。學生證還壓在總務處。

我本來想說算了,明天再拿。但不知道為什麼,還是拿了鑰匙又出門了。心裡其實很煩,但身體已經動了。

到了學校附近,才發現我根本不知道校門在哪。新生訓練只記住教室,沒記住校門。繞了一圈,好不容易找到一個像入口的地方。警衛攔住我,問我要做什麼。我說我拿學生證換了冷氣遙控器。他想了想,說不確定有沒有鑰匙,又說老師可能不在。語氣不冷不熱,但我聽得出來他也不想擔責任。

我們在雨裡僵了一下。我站在門口,鞋子又濕了一次。後來他終於讓我進去。我去總務處拿回學生證,冷氣遙控器也還了。出來的時候,雨變小了。我站在校門外喘了一口氣,打開手機,才看到老師在群組說,不用回學校,他會幫我處理。

我低頭看手機,再抬頭看校門。雨停了,路燈亮著。我站了一下,然後騎回家。

今天好像很長。但其實沒發生什麼事。真要說,就是我白跑了一趟。這種事在日記裡寫出來,好像也變成了一件有重量的事。

晚安。

I just finished my homework, and it's about time to stop for today. The window next to my desk hasn't dried yet; the rain has stopped, but the roads are still covered in water. I'm only just now sitting down to record today.

On the first day of school, the workload was more than I imagined. Each class lasts a hundred minutes, and the teacher speaks from beginning to end—no dismissal bell, just the process. The rain this morning was heavy; my shoes got soaked inside, and my pant legs were wet up to my calves. All day, it felt like I was attending class wearing a piece of clothing that hadn't been dried properly. I originally thought the rain at the experimental high school would be lighter, but it wasn't.

I was the first to arrive at school this morning. The classroom wasn't open yet, and the hallway was dark. The guard opened the iron gate and let me go in first to handle the air conditioning. I used my student ID to exchange for an AC remote. That remote was old and had the classroom number taped to it. At that moment, I just wanted to get the AC turned on quickly to make the classroom look decent. Later, I forgot about it.

After school, I just wanted to go home. The rain started coming down again—not heavy, but very muggy. I rode quickly, and after getting home, I tossed my bag by the bed, only to realize my student ID wasn't in my pocket. For a second, I wondered where else I had used it today besides the classroom. Then I remembered. The AC remote. My student ID was still held at the General Affairs office.

I originally thought about letting it go and getting it tomorrow. But for some reason, I grabbed my keys and went back out anyway. My mind was actually quite annoyed, but my body was already moving.

When I got near the school, I realized I didn't even know where the school gate was. During freshman orientation, I only remembered the classroom, not the gate. I circled around and finally found something that looked like an entrance. The guard stopped me and asked what I was doing. I told him I had exchanged my student ID for the AC remote. He thought about it, said he wasn't sure if he had the key, and then said the teacher might not be there. His tone was neither cold nor warm, but I could tell he didn't want to take responsibility either.

We stood frozen in the rain for a moment. I stood at the entrance, and my shoes got wet once again. Eventually, he finally let me in. I went to the General Affairs office to get my student ID back and returned the AC remote. When I came out, the rain had lessened. I stood outside the school gate, took a breath, and turned on my phone, only to see the teacher saying in the group chat that I didn't need to return to school—he would handle it for me.

I looked down at my phone, then back up at the school gate. The rain had stopped, and the streetlights were on. I stood there for a while, then rode home.

Today felt very long. But in reality, not much happened. If I had to say, it was just that I made a trip for nothing. Writing this kind of thing in a journal, however, seems to give it a sense of weight.

Good night.