I moved into the dorms a week earlier than most students for Honors Orientation. Campus was deserted, except for Honors freshman & a few summer-stragglers. I was excited, scared, & a little sad... overall just a big jumble of emotions! My mom went with me & stayed for a better part of the week. I clung to her... insisting that she stay, but forbidding her from doing or saying ANYTHING. I really don't know how she put up with me, but at the time I was walking a fine line between gaining independence & needing her hand to hold.
While unloading the car on the first day, my mom & I heard the melody of a guitar from the courtyard below. Peaking over the third story balcony, I saw a slender brown-haired guy strumming away... completely oblivious to us. His lack of wide-eyed-awe lead me to believe he wasn't a freshman.
"You should go talk to him." my mom says.
"Mooommm!" I reply.
Over the next couple weeks, I adjusted to college. I was having the time of my life being on my own & didn't think much about the brown-haired boy. We were in the same circle of friends within the dorms, but with so many new faces around, we hardly ever crossed paths directly...
(to be continued)
While unloading the car on the first day, my mom & I heard the melody of a guitar from the courtyard below. Peaking over the third story balcony, I saw a slender brown-haired guy strumming away... completely oblivious to us. His lack of wide-eyed-awe lead me to believe he wasn't a freshman.
"You should go talk to him." my mom says.
"Mooommm!" I reply.
Over the next couple weeks, I adjusted to college. I was having the time of my life being on my own & didn't think much about the brown-haired boy. We were in the same circle of friends within the dorms, but with so many new faces around, we hardly ever crossed paths directly...
(to be continued)
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