The world is my campus.
I swim upstream in the sea of faces eddying around me. I’m in the breeding ground of anonymity. There are moments when a familiar face fleetingly separates itself from the swirling crowd, says hi, then bye, and then returns to the masses. But the rest of the multitude is a soup of untried flavors, unopened envelopes, and unread books. But there’s no time for them now. Maybe someday . . .
I hie to my homework. There’s a hill of it. More precisely, a mountain. I delve into it, deep in, like a dwarf at work in the caverns. I’m buried deep, trying to produce my quota of gemstones by the deadline. Let’s hope they’ll turn out to be true gems—not glass. The expert will know what they are . . . but then, he’s the one testing them.
This is college. I love it. Hate it. Love it. Hate it. Either way, it’s my life.
This campus is my world.
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