Walking towards the enormous campus, with a less than confident stride, black headphones fit snugly a top a head of dark hair and eyes downcast to the ground...a new student hesitantly approached. This was the first day of their new journey. Challenges of every possible variety awaited just inside. Past the glass doors and through the crowded hallways, a minefield of unpredictable events would be unleashed. Becoming a victim to her nerves, the weight of her converse suddenly increased and she found herself unable to continue along the sidewalk.
How does anyone, willingly, tread to their worst fears? She has always wondered. Isn't it instinctive to avoid these types of situations? Survival of the fittest and all that? At this point, bag slung over her shoulder and books held securely to her chest, it wasn't an option to retreat now. She'd just have to press on.
At least she was smart enough to have come early, managing to arrive without the massive crowds. The campus was fairly vacant, aside from an aimlessly wandering professor or two. Music blaring loudly in both ears, the sweet melody of punk-rock to sooth her anxiety, she forced herself to the steps. Weakly, fearfully, lifting her foot to the first step.
"Miss. Russo?"
She stalled, left foot frozen in midair. A breeze found pleasure in her hair, swirling the locks forward and impairing her vision. Shyly adjusting herself with a single hand, brushing the annoying strands of hair aside, she offered a meek smile to the person who spoke her name. It was a professor, thankfully.
"Are you alright?" A woman, elderly and sporting glasses two times larger than necessary, inquired with sincere concern.
She replied in silence, nodding her head slowly.
And so the day begins.
How does anyone, willingly, tread to their worst fears? She has always wondered. Isn't it instinctive to avoid these types of situations? Survival of the fittest and all that? At this point, bag slung over her shoulder and books held securely to her chest, it wasn't an option to retreat now. She'd just have to press on.
At least she was smart enough to have come early, managing to arrive without the massive crowds. The campus was fairly vacant, aside from an aimlessly wandering professor or two. Music blaring loudly in both ears, the sweet melody of punk-rock to sooth her anxiety, she forced herself to the steps. Weakly, fearfully, lifting her foot to the first step.
"Miss. Russo?"
She stalled, left foot frozen in midair. A breeze found pleasure in her hair, swirling the locks forward and impairing her vision. Shyly adjusting herself with a single hand, brushing the annoying strands of hair aside, she offered a meek smile to the person who spoke her name. It was a professor, thankfully.
"Are you alright?" A woman, elderly and sporting glasses two times larger than necessary, inquired with sincere concern.
She replied in silence, nodding her head slowly.
And so the day begins.