Eden National University, a month ago
Gru Beanman stood tall in front of the dais, his white hair combed back neatly, wearing a formal attire that exuded authority.
His fatherly eyes looked amongst the crowd composed of students and teachers, who had been listening aptly the past hour.
With a gentle but dignified smile, he opened his mouth to continue his speech, heading to its conclusion.
"Before I end this session, I would like to take time to express to everyone that it is an honor and privilege to stand before you, the next generation of thinkers.
"As I enter the last leg of my career, I feel extremely… happy to see and meet you—the hope of our field."
He paused, not for effect, but because of the various memories that passed by his aging head. He could still remember when he was in their position as a student with great ideals.
He was lucky because, unlike many others, he had actually achieved his dreams to some degree.
