The Freshman
When I first stepped foot in the campus gate, it was about a decade ago or even more. But everything is still fresh in my mind. I remember the first day. Everyone was busy looking for friends, except for me who was busy looking for a toilet. This university was too big, and I who usually only moved from my room to the living room at home, suddenly had to adapt to tall buildings and maze-like hallways. I'm sure the campus architect must have a strange sense of humor.
The following days became increasingly absurd. I began to understand that being a student is not just about studying, but also surviving in a cruel ecosystem. There are basic things that must be mastered immediately: how to order food at the cafeteria without being cut in line, finding a cheap photocopier, and recognizing professors who like to give sudden assignments just by looking at them.
Another surprising fact? Free time. In high school, free time is a blessing from heaven. In college, free time is a trap. This is not a vacation, but a time that will somehow be filled with assignments, group discussions that end with everyone busy playing with their phones, or just sitting in the park wondering why I chose this major.
But behind all the misunderstandings and chaos, there are small miracles. There are simple moments like chatting with new friends until you lose track of time, laughing because the professor said your name wrong, or finding a cheap place to eat that has enough portions for three days.
Being a freshman is a phase where we learn that life is not about always knowing the direction, but about daring to get lost and enjoying it. And in the end, we will realize that confusion is part of the adventure.
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