I sat down at the desk, shrugging off my backpack and placing my textbooks down on the desk. I looked around the unfamiliar room with the buzzing sound of chatter and felt inconsequential against the spacious classroom and towering ceilings. After class, I walked out of the building into crisp air that filled my nostrils with the scent of dead leaves as a cold breeze infiltrated my warm skin. I reflected on my first day of college and how overwhelming it all was. Instead of going straight to my dorm room, I walked to the lake near the school, only a short walk away. As I stood in the middle of the dock with only a vast and silent lake around me, I felt more at ease and thought about the impending future and how I had absolutely no idea what it had in store for me. After sitting at the edge of the water of the boardwalk, I realized that I was late for the Friday service that the local church was offering for first-day freshmen. I hurried across the campus to the small, sturdy little building and made it just on time. I huffed wheezing breaths as I tried to regain my composure. When I was finally breathing normally, I sat at the very last pew and prayed for my family back home in the city and my future at this school. When it became 6 o'clock, the bell above the church rang, loudly and violently against my eardrums. I then left the church with a solemn expression on my face, heading back to my room. The old building that I would be living in for the next year was similar to that of an apartment building, except once you walk inside, it is much louder with college students flitting through hallways, in and out, weaving through each other like yarn on a scarf. I silently pushed through the throng of people with my head down, reached for the cold doorknob to my room, and walked into the room quietly. I placed my backpack on the floor, books on the table, and plopped myself down on the bed. The second I rested my head against the soft pillow, a thought flashed through my head. I had forgotten to eat dinner. But by then it was too late, as I was already passed out from the exhausting and mentally draining, day.
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