Arturo's POV
By 2 p.m., I took my belongings and went back to my dorm room. There I was walking to my dorm room when a man with dark blue hair and black eyes was standing adjacent to the door of my room. "You have a long day, aren't you?" he said to me while crossing his arms.
"Um, yes, I did," I replied while having no idea what expression I should use in this situation. "Um…who are you, sir?"
"I'm Barbaza Minamoto," the man, who was approximately twice my age, walked up to me and offered a handshake, "and I am the current head of this university."
Being surprised by his position in this institution of higher learning, I accepted the handshake with a shaky feeling of nervousness. "Yes, I'm Byeon Arturo, nice to meet you, Barbaza-san."
Minamoto then smiled at me. "Yes, welcome to my school. Mr. Byeon."
As he left off and went downstairs, I wondered in my mind, "Barbaza…that's not a Japanese name. I wondered if he was a Filipino like me…" Nevertheless, I went into my dorm room and closed the door for this afternoon. In my modest dorm room, I was reading a Filipino book called Noli Me Tangere, one of the Philippines' well-known books and one of the books I had to read back in high school as a requirement. Despite being lengthy and having an archaic, 19th-century Tagalog that was more stylish and formal than the standard and casual Tagalog I know and speak today, I liked the book because it was full of karma and poetic justice against Spanish oppressors.
The next morning, I attended a church, that is, the one this university has on the campus. I was a believer, a devout one from my childhood in Pampanga, the Philippines. The interior was pretty nice and high church. There were nice stained glass windows, an elevated, traditional pulpit, and an almost ornate altar below the wooden cross. Though there were no pipe organs, modern instruments were used. Plus, the one who will deliver a sermon dressed casually rather than in special garments would be considered the norm for a member of the high church clergy. So, I went in, introduced myself to those in attendance, and settled down in my seat on the wooden, polished pews in the church. The worship service started with music, and we sang from hymnbooks while watching the TV screens, which were used for the message, lyrics, and presentations. It was mixed, and I liked it a lot.