This was the first time I was stung by a bee. Every morning, I get up late because I studied too late last night. Then I rush to change clothes and I go to bus stop. This morning, everything was the same except that a bee flew into my room. After flying around my lamp for a while the bee stopped on my neck and I swatted it by instinct. At that point the bee showed me its instinct.
So, I went to University Health Services for the first time to have them look at my wound. Two weeks ago, one of our classmates went to UHS due to sickness, and the doctor told her that “it is rare to see MBA students in UHS because you all have no time for sickness.” “It just a little hurts, but I am wondering I need to do something
for it,” I told to the doctor. She suggested some ointments and said if I put
ice on wound it would reduce the hurt.
Next, I went to Bluechip Bistro (a café in the Business Building) for the first time, but not to ask for sandwich, chips or tea. They were so kind as to give me a cup of ice. My classmates all had meetings with alumni mentors on that day, but I still obtained
much cared from them- some told me folk prescriptions for a bee sting, some told me how to avoid a bee attack, some taught me how to differentiate between a hornet and a bee, and some suggested that I negotiate with leasing office. I got a lot of advice that afternoon, not only career advice from my alumni mentor, but also bee advice from my classmates.
This was the first time I saw a glimpse as to how close our classmates will become in the next two years.