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The Journals Of Chihiro Fujisaki

Day 1

Hope’s Peak Academy.

It’s like my brain doesn’t want to accept it yet. I mean, I’ve had six whole months to prepare for this, six whole months for the reality of it to sink in, but… Somehow, all of it is hitting me in this one moment. Guess it’s always been my burden to get all my ideas right when I really should be sleeping.

I think it’s the title of ultimate that’s hard for me to swallow. Throughout all the assignments I’ve taken on, I’ve met so many talented people my age, so many people that I thought were obviously better than me at what I do. But… somehow, I was the one accepted into Hope’s Peak as the ultimate. I think it’s that word! Ultimate… could it really be true? Is there… even such a thing as an ultimate programmer? I feel like I still have so much stuff left to learn before I can even consider myself an expert, much less an ultimate! Though I guess that IS the point of this whole situation. To get me to achieve the peak of my abilities.

I really hope I can manage to do it. I know dad believes in me, but in moments like this, that knowledge almost turns into pressure. I can’t disappoint him… I have to make him proud!

See? All of this worrying already made me forget to properly introduce this journal! I suppose I could just go back and erase that first part. I mean, that’s the whole advantage of writing out journals on my laptop instead of using paper. But I know if I put too much pressure on myself to make this perfect, I’ll go overboard. Explain this function, take notes, make sure the code has no errors… that’s when I have to be serious. This… is a journal just for me! So it has to have that real feeling.

Maybe that’s the kind of stuff I could teach to an A.I.! How to talk naturally, without going back or erasing anything…

Anyways… If a future me is reading this, then the point of this journal is for me to write out all my experiences at Hope’s Peak so I never forget any of them! I’ll try not leave out any big details!

… Unless they’re too embarrassing. In which case, I’ll let my future self forget them for good!

For now, I’m actually enjoying my last evening at home before the big entrance ceremony planned for tomorrow. I guess I should be excited, and I am, but… I’ll really miss my room. And I’ll miss dad… Right now, he promises he won’t cry when he drops me off tomorrow, but I know him… I know he’ll worry about me and I know he’ll worry that I’M worrying about him too much…

I’ll miss the view I have from my window. I can see the stars so clearly from here. I wonder if it’ll be harder to see them once I’m further into the city. Light pollution and all…

I’ll miss hearing the sounds of my dad making dinner when I’m coding. And I’ll miss being able to run down the stairs and start explaining my code to him until I figure out my mistake on my own.

I’ll miss having the living room all to myself. I’m sure this Mondo guy is really nice! And I sincerely hope we can be friends! Buuut… I’ve never had to share a living space with anyone else before, especially not with a complete stranger! I just hope we can have individual rooms. I don’t need the stress of him… figuring stuff out. It’s already a bit of an issue that I got partnered with a guy, considering that the school isn’t really supposed to make boys and girls room together. I think it’s because dad explained my… situation to them, so I’m probably listed as male on official documents.

For now, that last issue is the first thing on my mind, but I won’t talk about it. If I do, I’ll get all worried and I won’t get a wink of sleep!

… Not that this journaling is helping my case at all…

So… I guess I should call it a night, shouldn’t I? No use in keeping myself awake when I have such a big day tomorrow.

I SHOULD find a name for this little journal though. Something to make it more personalized.

I think I’ll call it Alter Ego! Like… a different version of me for future me to read about!

Alright then, good night Alter Ego! I’ll tell you all about my day tomorrow when I get into bed! Wish me luck, ok?

Chihiro, logging off.